Текст песни CrystalMoors - war cries on vindio

The nocturnal wind blows on the hills
Caressing our hair with it's blessings
The goddess of the forest talks me in
the tongue of Nature and she weeps for me
We will ride our horses to the final battle
As the clouds of the storm gather
to behold our victory
Feel the wicked mist
The fog is crawling and covers
the fields of Alot again
Brothers of the northern land
united to destroy thy legions
An strange empire born behind
our mountains and rivers
Conquerors of the ancient world
But our kingdom will prevail free
Lords and gods of our elders
Druids of the clans, drain your spirit of strenght
The power of our land is eternal
And the brave will acclaim
the honour of Cantabria.