Craionhorn — Draugnim

Against the stone, against the land Forged in rage of ever starving flame Pyres fed with firstborn of man No tideless sea your fire could tame

Clarion call of Craionhorn

No ravines echo your storm, no writhing heart heeds your call No hands left with warmth reach for tales forlorn

Chained in your frame is what was lost, what was sigh, What was the deemed as last breath of god Chained in your frame is what was all, what has been, What was winds blowing never silent

Hollow bone of the timeless wyrm Gold that never shined in sun Envenomed blood of every martyr Steel blackened in sins left undone

No sight shunned beyond, no voice life banished from everlasting song No men this age has born crave to hear the silenced horn

No longer hear they call...