Bringing the smell of the forthcoming storm
Defeating every army or man who tries to resist
For eleven years usurping our soil
A few men await to show them no fear
Willing for fighting with fire and weapons
Ready to face the enemy steel
Face the inner fear and ride to war
Charge against the troops of the invaders
A new morning of victory will come!!
The hills will cry the loss of its sons
Last man standing!!
The fields are covered with blood
But in the rapture of the fields of corpses I sing you my land
The rivers, the mountains and the drops of rain
A son of the northern tribes of Iberia
I am the one who will fight and will grant you his life
The wind encouraging the warrior´s pride
A wolf, the life that never fades away…in the nightsky
With the blood of the forgotten sons of the land
From the northern hills to the southern depths
We march to battle and sacrifice our flesh
Without fear in our hearts for die we must
GLORY TO THE FALLEN ONES
- Spreading the Firewings
- Under the Sign of the Wil..
- Μονολίθος (Monolithos)
- Towards the Cold Eternity
- The Song of the Distant W..
- The Rising of the Warhamm..
- We Are the New Power to R..
- Lugar entre montañas