Paroles de North Iberian Sadness & Pride

Inclement, the hand of our Ancestors felt over them With pride and honor made of iron No one of us can die The battle cries float like the fog At the final of the night Cantabria, the unconquered land The gods kept the coffin of our heroes With the symbol of the nocturnal divinity Glory, souls of our forefathers Your axes rest forever into the andara's lake To leave you immortal energy fly across the skies Invencible as the power of the storm Into the heart of darkness With furor, our north iberian sadness and pride Cantabria, the unconquered land