Hear the sounds of the ravens call Bringing word that a child is coming As the stories once foretold One will fulfill the prophecy Underneath a moonlit sky Where the hooded priests are gathered By the dancing fire light Chanting in unknown tongues... Of old! With the birth the mourning came Rivers dry and soil turned rotten Empty seas abandoned ground Under the curse we all... Will! Fall! Ursus! Ursus Tread the mountains of the north Ursus Undefeated on his throne Ursus Found in stories of the old Ursus Ancient walker of the stone From the very start seducted by the giant shapes Casting shadows on the graveyard where the elders... Lay! And as the seasons pass by The prophecy is brought to life As written by an unknown hand The little child becomes a man This once spelled curse we can't deny We merely watch our kinsmen die And finally it's understood This boy is not of human... Blood! Ursus!