Underneath the northern land Under the sea a mile deep Deceased a thousand years ago Between stone and soil A sacrifice to calm the gods A sacrifice to empower the magic sphere Initiate the ritual Let the wind of the old sing its song They came from nothing They will be everything They came from nothing Grow old, time will stand still Like taken out, our sacrificial lamb Washed and brushed like a priced pig Forever death will forever stay young Let their spirit lead us to victory Initiate the ritual Let the wind of the old sing its song They came from nothing They will be everything They came from nothing Grow old, time will stand still Initiate the ritual Let the wind of the old sing its song They came from nothing They will be everything They came from nothing Grow old, time will stand still