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
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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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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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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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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
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The IXth Legion
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| Suidakra |
