Voices of freedom in the howling wind Dragons fly free with their mystic wings Strong and proud, banners at the top Somewhere on the endless rock This is the place, this is the grave Where my brothers lie Horns and flutes speaking final words Its time to pray together with the lords Heat and fire, the rage inside my head Children and wives, taking away their last bread This is the place of the standing Stone in the middle of the street This is the place of the standing Stone in the middle of the street Fire, wind and thunder, nothing can destroy the holy stone Time, rain and soldiers, nothing can break the holy throne I think of old times when I look into your eyes Remember the days we fought, sword in the hands Follow the stars hovering darkness Rage is so deep and the journey is endless Soldiers are ready for die.. Füür, Wind, sogar der Donner, nüt zerschtört dr heilig Schtey Und mir kämpfe, bis es ändi vor Wäut, und ihr dänket, mir kämpfet für Gäut! Voices of freedom in the howling wind Dragons fly free with their mystic wings Strong and proud, banners at the top Somewhere on the endless rock