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