Cold and lifeless lay the plains of lore   Until finally silently a spirit evoke   And timeless clansmen rose   By the sound of the old   Celtic tunes of war      Rise...   And feel the deadly breeze   The scent of burning flesh   For my blade thirsts for   Another war      Curse of the might to take   Oh it`s a human bane   To fan the fires   To cause an higher aim      Here we stand   Brothers in war   From the four   Winds of the land      High on the hills   We stay proud and brave   For Freedom is a right   And serfdom a grave      Death to our foes...   War!!!      Legions of greed   Of fire and light   A thousand pikes   Fight as one man      Stormlike enraged   They fight `till they die   The one to enthrall   The other to survive