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The nocturnal wind blows on the hills

Caressing our hair with it's blessings

The goddess of the forest talks me in

the tongue of Nature and she weeps for me

We will ride our horses to the final battle

As the clouds of the storm gather

to behold our victory

Feel the wicked mist

The fog is crawling and covers

the fields of Alot again

Brothers of the northern land

united to destroy thy legions

An strange empire born behind

our mountains and rivers

Conquerors of the ancient world

But our kingdom will prevail free

Lords and gods of our elders

Druids of the clans, drain your spirit of strenght

The power of our land is eternal

And the brave will acclaim

the honour of Cantabria.