كلمات Vae Victis

Hail to the celtic tribes Hail to my ancestors Hail to my forefathers Hail to the germanic tribes No one could conquer No one could take our land When fighting us with same means No one could see us Fall fall fall!!! Fall fall fall!!! Hail my celtic tribes Hail to our (germanic) ancestors Way too many tribes Tried to conquer us Outnumbered outnumbered They did not despond - molon lave There was true glory There was true pride True pride The darkness of the woods Inspired our tribesmen True cultural background I'm not a child of this time (always) longing for those times I'm not a child of this time My ancestors, hail to thee! My ancestors: forever!!! Their blood in my veins