Fog from the soil rises up
Into the red sky
The horizon grows dark for many nights to come
The fires are almost dead
And the time is approaching to bear our will
To take up arms
And ride proud into victory
Over the plains of sorrow
Do you remember times of glory?
Have you tasted absolute victory?
Have you dreamt of empires grand?
One day you will
History and memory have long been ill
Our soul too has been tired and sick
Blood has flowed into the endless forest streams
And struggled in the chaos of the sea
In time, we will be eternal
In death, we will be eternal
But we will shed the shackles of the ages
The heavy yoke of centuries
To bear our will
To take up arms
Blood on our hands
For destiny's final vengeance
A blade into the hearts
A hammer upon the fragile, broken hands
Downfall and misery roar in
With the thunder clasps of the Autumn grey sky
Do you remember times of glory?
Have you tasted absolute victory?
Have you dreamt of empires grand?
One day you will |
