Through the waves, into the horizon Day by day the winds are rising To the unknown shores of the East
Flash in the night New land in sight Say your last prayers Prepare to strike
Serkland In the Land of Saracens Siege Fear the heathens raging Thunder Towards the golden Eastern lands There's no turning back Serkland In the Land of Saracens Siege Fear the heathens raging Thunder Towards the golden Eastern lands There's no turning back
80 strongholds are fallen
Desert land in blazing sunlight Glowing gold, keen blades are shining Varings at the shores of the East
Flash in the night New land in sight Say your last prayers Prepare to strike Shield breaking shield In the play of Hild Young hater of The serpent's bed
Serkland In the Land of Saracens Siege Fear the heathens raging Thunder Towards the golden Eastern lands There's no turning back Serkland In the Land of Saracens Siege Fear the heathens raging Thunder Towards the golden Eastern lands There's no turning back
80 strongholds are fallen Serkland stormed by Pagans Scimitars crush on sword blades
Serkland In the Land of Saracens Siege Fear the heathens raging Thunder Towards the golden Eastern lands There's no turning back Serkland In the Land of Saracens Siege Fear the heathens raging Thunder Towards the golden Eastern lands There's no turning back
80 strongholds are fallenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
