[music and lyrics: Boeru]
Heroes of the darkened past,
Listen the tales of the wind
'Cause he has seen the history
dying.
Times of glory and of swords,
Times of honor,
Living idols, blood and steel,
All these are gone.
Heroic
times, just heroic times,
Lost through the ages.
Riding wild horses on the fields,
Tongues if flames
Kissing swords and
shields
And burn the days of the ones who die.
Why is so heroic
To die for an aim?
Maybe because we have no faith.
Why
it seems heroic
To worship a bone idol?
Maybe because our god died.