Brave warriors fell, of great stories tell,
In time some hear the fairy spell,
Raise swords to the air, sharpen axe and
spear,
Fear in the ranges no men became to dare.
The hills call, when leaves fall we defeat the time.
Don't dare, keep
silence,
Don't dare, talking to the elders,
No fear, no crying,
No fear, to face the death with a little smiling.
Don't
dare, when prayers falling,
Don't dare, let sword in sheath forever,
No fear, no crying,
No fear, at talking to the
elders.
The ravens call, the wizards have told,
Walk the last man in armours of gold,
Look into the sky, we will be together
when we die
The last exhale on black wings we will fly.
The hills call, when leaves fall we defeat the time.
The time
have reach us, the steel in my heart so cold,
To death we surrender when in hands our swords we hold,
Follow the ravens, sorrow we
never know,
Life, death and the here after we enter the land of gold...