Stood in the mist for long In a dreamless sleep Kept silent, downtrodden For many ages past
We will not go down, without a fight We will not yield to ill-fated future To be the first that draws the sword Is to be the first that draws the fire
Yet, the tides of war have already came Masqueraded as lifelong oppression The slow invisible hand of the killer Corroding Awareness and Judgment
The valley flock to the mountains’ slopes withdrew Surrounded only by unwrought stone The sea lords to the dry desert driven Οswan roams frenzied in a soundless pain Mestyr hangs discouraged with a rusting blade And all hearts bellow in a silent wailing A resignation to oblivion
I will not go down without a fight I will not yield to ill-fated future To be the first that draws the sword Is to take burden over life and death
O' spirits of our ancestors Cast your eyes upon us And your curses, should not Our hearts be pure and just our cause
But if in honor stand we abreast, Imbue us with Might and Courage! Hail the Thaurachs of Borsu!
Our ideals lie on top of a violent history Determine who we are Dispose of what we were Regulate our destination
For neither peace nor war Can exist without another And those who vow to eternal peace Shall lose but all of it, in veinTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
