I enter the world of my forefathers   I initiate into the secrets of the forgotten Europa   I hear the clatter of the swords   I hear the voice of war   I live between them   I become an ancient hero of the battle      I hear the voice of Leonidas, standing in the Thermopylae   I attack in the east by the side of Alexander the great   In the war of Troy, in the greatest to fall, Achilles   In the frozen Northern seas   At the lands of Vikings   In the northern skies   In the Celtics, I descend back in time   In a Celtic winter, in a cold battle      Revitalization, my lungs are filled with Europa   Beyond the fog of history, I handle Mythology   The folklore, the ancient customs   The forgotten Gods of this locus   In Walhalla and in the Elysian fields