An eagle sits upon wreaths crest Hunting the ravenous pillage of all Mining through the scattered wealth-less Amongst a gathering storm
Does the heathen man be not of home Be not of tribe In long forgotten sacrifice We honor to the Gods Our unity of will
Bounty whole of starving children And last they cry, our wives And abandon thee, our parent Into long forgotten age
Pouring torrents of darkened hour A child sits among unrest Through filthy trialed abundant rain Near mothers late of breath
This day be less of pennant Psalm, dream and wish besieged Stood firm in arm together To fight for what believed
To men stood firm in greatness While death assured to all We avow our faith in brother Till departed breath in Gaul
In battle to fallen embankment In fire burned fertile land For piercing these Legions of crimson Immersed in the colors of death
These halls spoke grand near of combat Foreign bane entrenched our death We shall speak as ancestor of century We sleep in the annals of time
Decide what you will choose Through freedom grown in forest and nature Men of thought and thew Children strong of bone
In this life we’ve had guilt Through seasons grown strong under broad shield In scorn fall In our homelandTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
