Their spirits will rise 
They will rise at the end of time 
Now they ride with the wind 
Across the lands of the ancient times 
They possess memories of glory and fall 
Their spirits will rise 
Arise at the end of time 

"Banished and betrayed, hunted by empires 
Slaughtered in numbers, killed by plagues 
The people were brave, but they were chosen to die 
In the end they found rest in their promised green land 

Once they moved like the wind, now their spirits ride with the wind 

Their presence still lives in their pillaged lands"