Beneath the sun kissed winter sky And the Gods above the earth Sixteen sons stand side by side Sixteen men at arms Of those were two noble sons Descent from noble kings. Another four were stable boys Born on western plains.
But all stood there on that day A brotherhood of man Survivors of an ancient faith From whence the world began
The cold wind bites their bloody tears But they seem to pay no heed Their eyes fixed on the amassing force Led by corruption, fuelled by greed Warriors of an empty faith Who march against their will But blood will stain the land this day Their evil aim will be fulfilled
Family Hear my scream Gods above Prepare to feast with me Family Hear my scream Gods above Prepare to feast with me
"Twenty of them to one of us" The bearded elder screams A silhouette in the morning sun Before the sun god's golden beams In his eye a lonely tear Falls down his wrinkled face His heritage and his culture Taken by Christian grace
Stand against oppose Death for our belief Glory on this battlefield Innocence and grief
Wipe those fearful tears my friend Your death will not be your end In the worlds, beyond what we see Your life will continue then You will again open your eyes Your bones will heal and wounds will fade With gods of old you'll mock and laugh At the being to which you foes have prayed
Family Hear my Scream Gods above Prepare to feast with me Family Hear my Scream Gods above Prepare to feast with me
CHORUS: Free on common ground High above the roaring seas A fellowship of warriors Destiny is our dream To arms one final ride To death - there is no victory Today we find our home Beyond the sky, eternally
With tear welled eyes, they begin their march No days after today Tonight they drink and feast with those Who had before, faded away Shining sword and splintered shield Broken mail and helmets gone Those precious gifts, they are lost They prepare to go were they belong No screams echo when they fall and die Only a silent final breath into the sky They fall upon the barren earth And there their nation will die