Alba s touto skladbou:
Silence of the Boreal,
Silence in this forest eternal
A sacred realm of endless precision
With soil of ash under foot
The hunt for the herd shall soon end with defeat
Masters of this Northern Landscape
Withheld the secrets contained in a forest one third of the Earth
Our prey's migration shall end with ease
Lost in endless conservation
A place untouched by hands
Embrace the Northern Lights above us
As we prepare ourselves...
I pay homage to the skyline that gives birth to a sun
And when the night falls the wind howls in silence
Evolved flesh allows adaptation beyond that of elders
To speak the tongue of the black oak forest
Descent from astral fields of knowledge
Instinct thought lost yet contained
Pale autumn skies, bringer of night
Hear words of wisdom spoken through the winds
I embrace the skyline that gives birth to the sun
Within your mind lies such empty silence
To learn of such moral descent, the gift of the woods
Descent to astral fields of knowledge
Instinct thought lost yet contained...by the winds
Lost in endless conservation
Taste now of defeat
A land untouched by human life
Our legion reigns supreme
Deployed amongst eternal night skies
I am your defeat
A land consumed by near eternal night
This is your defeat
Defeat....
