Stories told in ages past
Of a vast pit that fell down
From a great mountain in fire and smoke
That poured on a people in a time beyond memory
Once Llao dwelled in the clouds up high
A chief of the above world
Who fell to his anger in fury
Fallen in demise
To where no one could witness his terrible nature
Hail you beacon arise over this age of ice
May Skell rain you down into lake
Our children shall not live to speak of our names
Forgotten to long distant age
And years shall pass
The waters shall rise
Up to cradle Llao's head
As a battle rains down
We look to the sky
It's painted a blood dress of red
Two holy men offered to below world
Protect us
A people from time beyond memory
Our maker of crater
A bringer of water
Ever ask us of gatherings
Our giver of life
Hail you beacon arise over this age of ice
May Skell rain you down into lake
Our children shall not live to speak of our names
Forgotten to long distant age
A beast called a God with a love for a woman
Who would wed him not of a wife
So in battle he caused the earth to tremble
To roads between darkness and light
These two Gods of man faced each in a battle
For one who would fall to the deep
And Skell crushed him down to sink into waters
Under skies beginning to weep
And years shall pass
The waters shall rise
Up to cradle Llao's head
As a battle rains down
We look to the sky
It's painted a blood dress of red