Fight until we die and as death shall take us away
Many shall meet real and true despair
But no fear can live in our hearts
Falling brothers calling to arms
The snow falls cold and the winter is strong
This battle is lost but we'll write history for sure
When the sunrays shall touch us again
Our souls will have flown to heaven

We'll fly across the highlands
Over the hills and over the stars
We'll against the tyrants
Soon they will come to meet their last dawn
We'll fly across the highlands

Cry a battle cry as a hymn to the eagles of the wind
Who watch us die we made the first strike
To the armies who conquer our lands
Give them an answer for their lust
The pain has passed through this chaos of painful march
But we stood proud until the last of the horn's sound
There is no need for our wounds to be healed
A trip has end, a journey begins