Once we were outcasts, shunned from our land But we trusted in Odin and the swords in our hand We left our home and our heir; and shall never return But up on our journey, we saw both memories and villages burn
The blood of the Winnili runs proud and strong Our hearts are as cruel as our beards are long Our vows of iron, our customs are hard Kneel to the kings of the Longobards!
The ground of Germania did shake at our feet The Heruli faced us, we gave the defeat Hurt of a suffering wounds are of arrow and flame But still we conquer the Legions of Rome and left awe back with our name
The blood of the Winnili runs proud and strong Our hearts are as cruel as our beards are long Our vows of iron, our customs are hard Kneel to the kings of the Longobards!
Together as brothers, through decades of war We have each other and thus we and yore Forever our teach shall remain in the scrolls of the scribes The voyage of Ibor and Aio, the kings of the Winnili tribe
The blood of the Winnili runs proud and strong Our hearts are as cruel as our beards are long Our vows of iron, our customs are hard Kneel to the kings of the Longobards!
The blood of the Winnili runs proud and strong Our hearts are as cruel as our beards are long Our vows of iron, our customs are hard Kneel to the kings... Kneel to the kings... Kneel to the kings of the Longobards!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
