Defending the realm against the hordes Born from tales and ancient lore Defying the tide with pitch black blade Out of the mists a brave one came
By his command our soldiers charged Hurling themselves at the enemy's heart Across the sacred moors they flowed Taking the shape of the trident of old
Leading his men into the maws of death He himself was head of the attack Behind him, the living trident roared Born from tales and ancient lore
Born from tales and ancient lore
Defending the realm against the hordes Born from tales and ancient lore Defying the tide with pitch black blade Out of the mists a brave one came
No dread left of maiming his own men When the last of the cimbric soldiers fell No reason to hold back the boiling rage Leaving battered bodies in his wake
Wielding his blackened serpent sword Radiating a sacred force Mowing down waves of savage picts Burning green fire from within
Burning green fire from within
Defending the realm against the hordes Born from tales and ancient lore Defying the tide with pitch black blade Out of the mists a brave one came
Bearing the serpent mark of old Out of the war a legend rose Ending the hordes with a final blow Into the mists the brave one strode
One strong rock to break the tide Commiting the ultimate sacrifice Only his shattered helm remains We peay for his return one dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
