Dark serpents crawl from the south Bringing the smell of the forthcoming storm Defeating every army or man who tries to resist For eleven years usurping our soil
Led by the king of the northern mountains A few men await to show them no fear Willing for fighting with fire and weapons Ready to face the enemy steel
So, let´s ride searching death or glory Face the inner fear and ride to war Charge against the troops of the invaders A new morning of victory will come!!
Last man standing!! The hills will cry the loss of its sons Last man standing!! The fields are covered with blood
Forced and pushed to fight many lives are lost But in the rapture of the fields of corpses I sing you my land
I am the rays of the sun of the winter´s twilight The rivers, the mountains and the drops of rain A son of the northern tribes of Iberia I am the one who will fight and will grant you his life The wind encouraging the warrior´s pride A wolf, the life that never fades away…in the nightsky
In the name of freedom the history is always written With the blood of the forgotten sons of the land
For a new sun to rise From the northern hills to the southern depths We march to battle and sacrifice our flesh Without fear in our hearts for die we must
HAIL VICTORY GLORY TO THE FALLEN ONESTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
