Songs of fairies don't rise up from the glade Golden sun into the darkness fades I remember the whisper of cold wind in the trees Carrying the sweet smell of fresh flowers Where the river flows in misty woods
Now is coming the legion of the dead Violent warcries resound in my head From the tower far away the keeper is watching Under the full moon all are sleeping While the flames of evil are burning
Thousand shapes from the hill are coming flag of the legion floating high warriors of stone are waiting under a starless sky for the battle
Valiant golems, sons of rocks and stones, time has come for us to Fight once and for all
