The echoes coming from the dark forest
Echoes which make past and present walk along
Echoes that can be foreseen by many
But will actually be lived and seen by only a few
The warriors from eternity and future
Angry wolves that will never stop hunting
With the inferior ones between its jaws
As their blood boils in a new flame of hope
The hope that is said to be the last to die
Reborn with the noble warriors that never ask why
Empty words are no more needed as answers
The absolute result we learned through time
Our lives are now ruled by a new and noble purpose
Keep the flame alive... The birth of a new time
Centuries of knowledge and experience
Achieved by efforts you'll never equal
Armies assembled by courage and will power
Above your flesh and bones we raise our tower
A mighty tower representing our victory
Standing above a brand new way
Showing our people the path to a new era
Revealed by those echoes in the unholy woods
Drew your swords as we march for tomorrow
Arrows now flying as fast as our lives
The obscure rangers once again will fight
A destiny will be settled by the fall of night
Our lives are now ruled by a new and noble purpose
Keep the flame alive... The birth of a new time
The gates of freedom are about to close
Closed by a spell not cast by magic
Locked by those which deny the truth
Truth somewhere hidden among so many lies
Lies protected by fortified castles and walls
Walls that once were from our friends and allies
Now cover these coward and treacherous enemies
Like predators we hunt and like preys they hide
Like a powerful sea wave we may take them all
An eagle that kills invaders on its nest
Nest of sons and daughters from this land
Land we fight for, here we have born or descend
Our lives are now ruled by a new and noble purpose
Keep the flame alive... The birth of a new time
Countless men marching, covering the horizon
And for this horizon of huge seas of grass
Grass we no more remember how it feels to touch
The only touch we have now is the touch of a blade
Blades shocking, cutting and slaughtering
Screams of pain and glory echoing in the air
The origin of those echoes we now understand
Question now is who will live to see the end
The elder watching in agony and silence
Silence broken by the sounds of the final war
War that will lead mankind to the end of an age
And from what remains we will start the new time
Our lives are now ruled by a new and noble purpose
Keep the flame alive... The birth of a new time
