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