Voices of freedom in the howling wind
Dragons fly free with their mystic wings
Strong and proud, banners at the top
Somewhere on the endless rock
This is the place, this is the grave
Where my brothers lie
Horns and flutes speaking final words
Its time to pray together with the lords
Heat and fire, the rage inside my head
Children and wives, taking away their last bread
This is the place of the standing Stone in the middle of the street
This is the place of the standing Stone in the middle of the street
Fire, wind and thunder, nothing can destroy the holy stone
Time, rain and soldiers, nothing can break the holy throne
I think of old times when I look into your eyes
Remember the days we fought, sword in the hands
Follow the stars hovering darkness
Rage is so deep and the journey is endless
Soldiers are ready for die..
Füür, Wind, sogar der Donner, nüt zerschtört dr heilig Schtey
Und mir kämpfe, bis es ändi vor Wäut, und ihr dänket, mir kämpfet für Gäut!
Voices of freedom in the howling wind
Dragons fly free with their mystic wings
Strong and proud, banners at the top
Somewhere on the endless rock