We are the masters of the moon
Scholars of the lunar rune
You have no place among this realm
Exiled to the iron helm
Rise, ye monsters of the ground
Bring forth the souls that we will bound
Hail towards the paleblood sky
Oh
Old wizard you will die
We are the masters of the moon
Scholars of the lunar rune
You have no place among this realm
Exiled to the iron helm
Rise, ye monsters of the ground
Bring forth the souls that we will bound
Hail towards the paleblood sky
Oh
Old wizard you will die