From the north to the south From the east and to the west To the west All that waits for me is the grave Is the grave I have been where my brothers they lay fallen They lay fallen And my kind they are as slaves When the sun, she rise again To our deaths like condemned men Bloodied yet unbowed I sing a song of the tomb - of the tomb Of the cold and heathen earth The Gods that await me - that await me I raise a glass in your - in your name In your name For when the sun, she rise To our deaths like condemned men This is the twilight of the ages And no man shall stand I sing a song of the tomb Of the cold and heathen earth With virgin voice to poisoned womb I call to the shadowed kind To men of myth, they are etched in stone Whose songs are heard no more To women of the barren lands I say that this This is your time