New shores of the lesser men, brave journey to the unknown land Sealords from the Western Star, endowed the havens afar
Dark reign of the East, beware our gleaming might The crimson day will come, when there's no one by your side
High command, counsel and wealth, masters beyond the sea Guardians carrying the swords, armours against treachery Great kings brought the sun over the frightened lands Blew away the blurking clouds, spoiled the Ring Maker's plans
The aura of tranquility, everywhere they go Advanced art and craft, wisdom for mind and soul Firm is their bearing, healers for the weak Like gods in flesh and blood, fathers and sons from the sea
We are the protectors from the given land Isle of the dreamers, made by divine hands We shall free you from the threat and the fear Of immortal enemy, his end is near
Our duty is to gather our arms, to take the Eastern road And to challenge the dark, our pleasure is to force Him down To make Him crawl and to tear His crown
This is the war, this is the path of blood Lord of Gifts, your star shall fall This is the end, this is the freedom call Of men and elves, this is Your final dawn