We fly thought the centuries Further than medieval times! Plunged into the history I hear consanguineous rhymes! I feel the smell of the sea! Cold wind sings in the sails-Dragons of the North followed by sea-gulls! Pellucid drops heavily rain! I see the blood of mine on the way of my destiny-I hear the echoes of war which we have won! In the ancient song of victory! Father said save this land for your descendants in the name of Othala-The day of Elhaz will come with the dignity like in the days of yore we'll change the course of time! I see the blood of mine on the way of my destiny-I hear the echoes of wars which we have won! On the close of this century-We'll kill every enemy, intrusive son! Written in the wind! Written in the wind!