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Now listen to me, my friends,

Warriors and knights from the distant lands!

The twilight is drawing near,

We have to set forth now!

With grief our road may be paved

It is though your queen’s word

That the reward goes to the one

Who pierces the troll with his sword.

Come, oh, come to me if you dare,

I will give you fame, gold and pain, I will not spare!

The stars are guiding our steps

The bloodlust seeks its way out of our souls

Forth, my dears, we will hunt him

Until the first light comes!

Be brave, show him no mercy,

Believe me, I know his heart,

If you are not the one to strike,

You are the one to die!

Come, oh, come to me if you dare,

I will give you fame, gold and pain, I will not spare!

Ref.:

Marching on and on through the sacred land we used to share

Now the war cry sounds, your blood the ground must bear,

Beat the beast, fight your foe before it’s too late…

So be it!

Your queen´s trollblood will once more soak into mine

And we will lie together as long ago we did on our bridal bed,

When the days were young and this story hasn´t yet been told.

The love might be strong, but our fate is to live the tale.

Ref.:

Marching on and on through the sacred land we used to share,

Now the war cry sounds, your blood the ground must bear,

Marching on and on through the sacred land we used to share,

I feel you falling apart, a story to be born…

From the world of neverseen, of fantasies and dreams…