1. ALD' RUHN

Far in the north lies a desert isle,
Where no water flows and only ashes rain,
Where the sky shines red, and black dust blinds you,
Where no life seems to grow, there's our home...

Ald'Ruhn!
Old home!

Through ages our ancestors roamed on this soil,
Wandering through those wastes honouring the gods,
Our ashkhans ruled with strength and honour,
Our wise old women guided our beliefs,
We kept the secret of our mountain's birth.

Four old tribes by the grace of gods,
Ruled those lands we called ours
Six noble houses by the grace of gods
Ruled those lands we call Ald'Ruhn!

Now filthy preachers are spreading their lies,
Of a false god's tribunal oppressing our lives!

The Ancestors are among us.
Their spirits are in the restless winds, in the fire's voice, in the flickering light
of their tombs they dance.
Heed the spirits who are the guardians of your hearth, teachers of widsom, counselors of fortune, seers of fate.
They guide us, they protect us against the N'wahs lies.

Draha N'wah! Heathen! Fool! Liar!
Slave of a rotten tribunal of lying Guars spreading lies.
Draha N'wah, drahayir!
Draha uri'gah Gaharihn Dagoth!
Erufid ru hammar brohadan makethos burkan!
Draha N'wah, drahayir!

Listen to the whispering winds, to the crumbling earth, the forlorn call of the holy Strider.
I sit down near the tomb of my ancestors, listening to them.
My soul is one with the holy ashes raining down from the mouth of our holy mountain.

May thou shrink to dust, in our cold, wild wastes!
And may your tongue speak, its last hymn to our winds!
May our Mountain burn your souls, may his ashes suffocate you!

Hear our mighty bells,
Hear the bells of the Sixth House!
Hear N'wah, our bells,
They sing the song of your death.

Rise from darkness, Red Mountain!
Spread your dark clouds and green vapors!
Birth earthquakes, shatter stones,
Feed the wind with fire!

Flay the tents of the N'wahs from our land!
Feed the burned earth with their souls!
Draha N'wah! Kill them all!

Yet never shall you have your rule over me.
Never shall I tremble or flinch from your power.
Never shall I yield my home and hearth.
And from my tears shall spring forth,
The flowers of grassland springs.
Since this is Ald'Ruhn. This is my Home!