Centuries of fighting - Decades of war lay behind us. Countless were the men we defeated. But now, my brothers, we have to face an Enemy more valiant than all the ones before. The right hand of Rome, the hammer of hispana The IXth Legion...
A strong gale is blowin' from north I can see them strike the sails
A strong gale as they run ashore A deadly alliance, a grim pact of war
Clamouring for battle and Nordic tunes fill the air Hail to the northern wolves Our last hope in times of despair
Don't fear tomorrow nor the end For time will testify Our honour and our strength Who was valiant and who has failed
Fall to your knees and pray A last word to infinity for your beloved ones You will leave them to weep and worry And if time asks: “Oh where have you gone”
No one will ever know... Only the standing Stones No one will ever know... Where they have gone
Dark and pale lies the land In the end truth or legend no one knows Only the standing stones I hear the sounds still echo
Through plains and hills Through hearts of men For thousand years we stand We breathe and soar Where the wild winds roarTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
