Their spirits will rise They will rise at the end of time Now they ride with the wind Across the lands of the ancient times They possess memories of glory and fall Their spirits will rise Arise at the end of time
"Banished and betrayed, hunted by empires Slaughtered in numbers, killed by plagues The people were brave, but they were chosen to die In the end they found rest in their promised green land
Once they moved like the wind, now their spirits ride with the wind
Their presence still lives in their pillaged lands"
