Cold and lifeless lay the plains of lore
 Until finally silently a spirit evoke
 And timeless clansmen rose
 By the sound of the old
 Celtic tunes of war

 Rise...
 And feel the deadly breeze
 The scent of burning flesh
 For my blade thirsts for
 Another war

 Curse of the might to take
 Oh it`s a human bane
 To fan the fires
 To cause an higher aim

 Here we stand
 Brothers in war
 From the four
 Winds of the land

 High on the hills
 We stay proud and brave
 For Freedom is a right
 And serfdom a grave

 Death to our foes...
 War!!!

 Legions of greed
 Of fire and light
 thousand pikes
 Fight as one man

 Stormlike enraged
 They fight `till they die
 The one to enthrall
 The other to survive