Before hundreds of years Lived men without any fears They moved to the south in the war The way was rough and far They fought for their ancient gods For the freedom of their thoughts Paid no attention to their wounds They trusted in their runes
It is tightened on you Pull out your weapon do not remain Hide your gold and belongings Tell your children to meet again and again
We bring back the ancient times We keep the spirit alive We bring back the ancient times We get up again
We will not let us sell We will push them back to hell They're inferior to us now We create it better somehow
It is tightened on you Pull out your weapon do not remain Hide your gold and belongings Tell your children to meet again and again
We bring back the ancient times We keep the spirit alive We bring back the ancient times We get up againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
