The morning sun is rising,nThe forest cloaked in gold.nAnd the mist surrounds the mountains,nThe landscape calm and cold.nnThe hall of bronzen shields up highnIn a distance far shining bright.nAnd the horns are sounding from afarnFor Walkiesjar.nnA gentle breeze caresses me,nWhile runes are warily cast,nHeralding fate and fortune,nMy future and my past.nnOn supple wings two ravens flynTo lead us to ultimate truth.nAnd the horns are sounding from afarnFor Walkiesjar