作曲 : Marcel, SuidAkrA | |
Centuries of fighting - Decades of war lay behind us. | |
Countless were the men we defeated. | |
But now, my brothers, we have to face an | |
Enemy more valiant than all the ones before. | |
The right hand of Rome, the hammer of hispana | |
The IXth Legion... | |
A strong gale is blowin' from north | |
I can see them strike the sails | |
A strong gale as they run ashore | |
A deadly alliance, a grim pact of war | |
Clamouring for battle and | |
Nordic tunes fill the air | |
Hail to the northern wolves | |
Our last hope in times of despair | |
Don't fear tomorrow nor the end | |
For time will testify | |
Our honour and our strength | |
Who was valiant and who has failed | |
Fall to your knees and pray | |
A last word to infinity for your beloved ones | |
You will leave them to weep and worry | |
And if time asks: “Oh where have you gone” | |
No one will ever know... | |
Only the standing Stones | |
No one will ever know... | |
Where they have gone | |
Dark and pale lies the land | |
In the end truth or legend no one knows | |
Only the standing stones | |
I hear the sounds still echo | |
Through plains and hills | |
Through hearts of men | |
For thousand years we stand | |
We breathe and soar | |
Where the wild winds roar |
zuo qu : Marcel, SuidAkrA | |
Centuries of fighting Decades of war lay behind us. | |
Countless were the men we defeated. | |
But now, my brothers, we have to face an | |
Enemy more valiant than all the ones before. | |
The right hand of Rome, the hammer of hispana | |
The IXth Legion... | |
A strong gale is blowin' from north | |
I can see them strike the sails | |
A strong gale as they run ashore | |
A deadly alliance, a grim pact of war | |
Clamouring for battle and | |
Nordic tunes fill the air | |
Hail to the northern wolves | |
Our last hope in times of despair | |
Don' t fear tomorrow nor the end | |
For time will testify | |
Our honour and our strength | |
Who was valiant and who has failed | |
Fall to your knees and pray | |
A last word to infinity for your beloved ones | |
You will leave them to weep and worry | |
And if time asks: " Oh where have you gone" | |
No one will ever know... | |
Only the standing Stones | |
No one will ever know... | |
Where they have gone | |
Dark and pale lies the land | |
In the end truth or legend no one knows | |
Only the standing stones | |
I hear the sounds still echo | |
Through plains and hills | |
Through hearts of men | |
For thousand years we stand | |
We breathe and soar | |
Where the wild winds roar |
zuò qǔ : Marcel, SuidAkrA | |
Centuries of fighting Decades of war lay behind us. | |
Countless were the men we defeated. | |
But now, my brothers, we have to face an | |
Enemy more valiant than all the ones before. | |
The right hand of Rome, the hammer of hispana | |
The IXth Legion... | |
A strong gale is blowin' from north | |
I can see them strike the sails | |
A strong gale as they run ashore | |
A deadly alliance, a grim pact of war | |
Clamouring for battle and | |
Nordic tunes fill the air | |
Hail to the northern wolves | |
Our last hope in times of despair | |
Don' t fear tomorrow nor the end | |
For time will testify | |
Our honour and our strength | |
Who was valiant and who has failed | |
Fall to your knees and pray | |
A last word to infinity for your beloved ones | |
You will leave them to weep and worry | |
And if time asks: " Oh where have you gone" | |
No one will ever know... | |
Only the standing Stones | |
No one will ever know... | |
Where they have gone | |
Dark and pale lies the land | |
In the end truth or legend no one knows | |
Only the standing stones | |
I hear the sounds still echo | |
Through plains and hills | |
Through hearts of men | |
For thousand years we stand | |
We breathe and soar | |
Where the wild winds roar |