8 acessos
As our army grows
We're bolstered by fear
Of common foe
Leave not to chance
We must be swift
For my time is short
Bow to none
For the future of gaul's sons
Through the chorus of terror
Bow to none
No stone and no marker
No name to remember
But why think of this when
Battles are near
Saviors
Spirits of old
Open the sky