A stroll through the wild, with birds at my side Harmony in my hands, by the tones of a harp A green leaved forest, and streams gleaming white Not too long ago, my memories fade
Thunder shook the grounds of mine Marching in line, silvery clad, eagle in the sky Approach the storm, the rise of rome Follow your heart into the dark, call for my return
Brothers and warriors, their death is now written in stone Legions of rome, falls one by one... Legions of rome, falls one by one by the sword Red eyes of rage and murder of thousands men Under gods defence, the storm is turning around
March into the shadows of war A warrior of the barbaric horde March into the shadows of war With the strength of the Gaulic Boare!
For the sake of strolling again, with a cantin of meed on my own Melodies of harp in my soul, will sing into the night, sometimes, somewhere Oh, take me back into the woods of my birth Far from the wars and pain of the empires reign
Never fall into the hands of Julius Ceasar, his war belongs in other lands Iron axes, mighty hammers, gut slashing swords, will rise into the sky, and cut into the souls of all those men who marches, and all those beasts who hungers, and finally into the emperors, heart of stone
March into the shadows of war A warrior of the barbaric horde March into the shadows of war With the strength of the Gaulic Boare!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
