Age of Conquest

Far far ahead
With craftsmen and warrior we've 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
Well show no fear
Even facing the death

A bitter fear
As a hail for those fallen
From the eyes of the brave

Far we’ve come with banner and swords
Fight for the sons of the north

Far we've come
Bow to out 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
Trough 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 dreams
The age of conquest begins

Far away
And the skies give no answer
All we know
It to be 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 banner and swords
Fight for the sons of the north