Boundless shadows, land of the hundred czars Hallowed warriors, rest beneath the stars
No more we ever speak Of fields of reckoning No voice calling, from the dark Names of gold Forged in wars of old
The memory remains A vision of endless misery Woes of ours in vein…
Sons of Minerva, the fortune of the realm Call on our savior, to wipe out all the traitors The Earth trembles as we gather ashore For the lands we swore to hold For our kingdom glorious
Endless demons, found us overnight Still we’re standing, basking in the light
No more we ever speak Of fields of reckoning No voice calling, from the dark Days of old Wars victorious
The memory remains Worlds falling a-way
Sons of Minerva, the fortune of the realm Call on our savior, to wipe out all the traitors The Earth trembled as we gathered ashore For the lands we swore to hold For our kingdom glorious
Sons of Minerva, the fortune of the realm Call on our savior, to wipe out the traitors The Earth trembles as we gather ashore For the lands we swear to hold For our kingdom glorious