I am the priest of the ways of old Through the ages my sword I wield Broken in two or shining in glory Whatever the odds never I yield My sword never sleeps I teach you secrets, cast the runes The magic of yore is what I bring I am howling, wolves are praying Listen to the olden hymn we sing My sword never sleeps Many times you have seen my face But do you dare look into my eyes? Many times you have heard my song But do you dare listen to my words? My sword never sleeps Unbowed after centuries oppression My holy flame still burns with might The slanderous one god never I fear My divine blade will inspire your fight My sword never sleeps I am the one who carries the torch I am the one who wields steel of yore I am and always will be your guide I am the priest of the ancient lore