Mörk Gryning - Without Crown

Spawned by the wind
We, who forever were meant to roam the fields
Fire in heart and soul
Hidden among the trees
He who marches is never seen
Upon his canopy throne

We speak the tongue of trees
And we listen to the wind
Magic still exists here
Our roots grow deep
While yours were cut centuries ago

Among caves and woods
Mountains and fields

Without crown, unchallenged of the wilderness we're kings
Forever unbound, we are the children of the wind

Death only to you we bend the knee
We shall ride the steppes of the Elysian Fields

We'll set sail on the eternal sea
From the bonds we'll be free
Hidden among the trees we strike from the shadows
Wind walkers they call us
Fear our name
In the twilight of our existence
Still our spears fly
My body will fall before my soul
Like the wind we'll stay free
Like the wind eternally
We'll ride the steppes of the Elysian Fields

Without crown, unchallenged of the wilderness we're kings
Forever unbound, we are the children of the wind