The sword, held over water, bright in the moonlight glisten The word, comes from the river gods as they coldly whisper
The land, red with the lifeblood of every war and conquest We stand and offer our arms up, our sun is setting in the West
Our blood is a river, running to the sea The moon is the mother, man is the cruel beast
And is the banner held by steady hand and even Among the elder ones the stories echo still And shall we hear the tale of lions beat by ravens Strong timber under sail and iron on the seaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
