The Last Legion کے بول

We were raised as warriors Our descent is vast We will come to chime the judgement bell We were born prepared Holy blood in our veins We will return to break with the past Blood is on our flag, Reduced to ash In the fading light All our heroes have died Revive our hearts Broken apart We are facing the sun Heads held up high Now's the time to die We wield our forebears' blade Parting darkness and light Our credence is imperturbable We will be reborn When we reunite With all our might, in grandeur Through the mist, wafting signs Blood trickles in my brain Sacred doom Comes over me, not in vain I cannot escape the new reign But I can prevail over death I will follow the just So we'll be victory led The Last Legion The Last Legion The Last Legion Undone!