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