Othalan - Omen

When flaming dawn scared off black night,
Air was pierced by nightingales song,
Fire still burns amongst Sons of North,
There legends will not be blured by blood.

Suddenly, from behind the trees, which as world are old,
From the darkness old pilgrim has emerged,
He visited his brothers, he did not seen them from years,
Then, he told them his dreams.

Worn by trail mark of time,
Friend like bascule brigde,
That's what will meet you someday:
Human in human will plant evil.

Centuries later - or maybe a short while,
Next to another bonfire when different people are,
Brothers by face, but behind, in the back
Knive - innocent will lose.

Worn by trail mark of time,
Friend like bascule brigde,
That's what will meet you someday:
Human in human will plant evil.