Age of Conquest
Far, far ahead
With craftsmen and warriors we come
To take what the north still awaits
With no regret take all we have
And leave for the battle
By centuries holding a dream
That will never fade away
Brothers here we are (my lord)
Legions of the war, bloody mercenaries
We'll show no fear
Even facing the death
A bitter tear
As a hail for those fallen
From the eyes of the brave
Far we've come
With banners and swords
Fight for the Sons of the North
Far we've come
Bow to our folks
And swear
Over the hills we aim for the glory
The time for the triumph has come
For the hope that lies in our dreams
Through the fire we're still marching on
Over the hills we aim for the glory
The time for the triumph has come
For the hope that lies in our dreamsThe age of conquest begins
Far away
And the skies give no answer
All we know
Is to beware of the voice in the dark
Deep inside
The honor of fathers
Prepare your heart
For the final encounter
Far we've come,
With banners and swords
Fight for the Sons of the North
Far we've come
Resound the horns
Fight for the Sons of the North
We came from the ice lands like the coldest spring
determined to wrest your ensign from the throne
And I'm filled with power, I feel the old might
Now face to me, the one who still stands is your king!
With craftsmen and warriors we come
To take what the north still awaits
With no regret take all we have
And leave for the battle
By centuries holding a dream
That will never fade away
Brothers here we are (my lord)
Legions of the war, bloody mercenaries
We'll show no fear
Even facing the death
A bitter tear
As a hail for those fallen
From the eyes of the brave
Far we've come
With banners and swords
Fight for the Sons of the North
Far we've come
Bow to our folks
And swear
Over the hills we aim for the glory
The time for the triumph has come
For the hope that lies in our dreams
Through the fire we're still marching on
Over the hills we aim for the glory
The time for the triumph has come
For the hope that lies in our dreamsThe age of conquest begins
Far away
And the skies give no answer
All we know
Is to beware of the voice in the dark
Deep inside
The honor of fathers
Prepare your heart
For the final encounter
Far we've come,
With banners and swords
Fight for the Sons of the North
Far we've come
Resound the horns
Fight for the Sons of the North
We came from the ice lands like the coldest spring
determined to wrest your ensign from the throne
And I'm filled with power, I feel the old might
Now face to me, the one who still stands is your king!
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Writer(s): Claudio Falconcini
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