Our past was marked
With sword and shield
Mighty barbaric warriors
Neverending battles
Marked With Our Ancestors Blood
The ascending hellfire
Was in their eyes
With a vision o dominion
In Which We Believe
Old conquerors of the earth
Your blood is running…
…running in our veins
And that is our honour
The blood that runs trough our veins...
…the blood of the conquerors
Centuries ago
The Gods of War was invoked
Ancestral power from the heart of darkness
Glorious times of our past
The memories of the Great…
…Great empires buried…
…in the deepest places of our souls
They are always in our thoughts
Is our past, our glory
We have to gather all that ancestral powers
To take dominion of all lands
We Will Do It.
