Songtext von War Cries On Vindio

The nocturnal wind blows on the hills Caressing our hair with it's blessings The goddess of the forest talks me in The tongue of nature and she weeps for me We will ride our horses to the final battle As the clouds of the storm gather To behold our victory Feel the wicked mist The fog is crawling and covers The fields of alot again Brothers of the northern land United to destroy thy legions An strange empire born behind Our mountains and rivers Conquerors of the ancient world But our kingdom will prevail free Lords and gods of our elders Druids of the clans, drain your spirit of strenght The power of our land is eternal And the brave will acclaim The honour of cantabria.