Gaulic Boare

A stroll through the wild, with birds at my side
Harmony in my hands, by the tones of a harp
A green leaved forest, and streams gleaming white
Not too long ago, my memories fade.

Thunder shook the grounds of mine
Marching in line, silvery clad, eagle in the sky
Approach the storm, the rise of rome
Follow your heart into the dark, call for my return.

Brothers and warriors, their death is now written in stone
Legions of rome, falls one by one...
Legions of rome, falls one by one by the sword
Red eyes of rage and murder of thousands men
Under gods defence, the storm is turning around.

March into the shadows of war
A warrior of the barbaric horde
March into the shadows of war
With the strength of the Gaulic Boare!

For the sake of strolling again, with a cantin of meed on my own
Melodies of harp in my soul, will sing into the night, sometimes, somewhere
Oh, take me back into the woods of my birth
Far from the wars and pain of the empires reign.

Never fall into the hands of Julius Ceasar, his war belongs in other lands
Iron axes, mighty hammers, gut slashing swords, will rise into the sky, and cut into the souls
of all those men who marches, and all those beasts who hungers, and finally into the emperors, heart of stone.

March into the shadows of war
A warrior of the barbaric horde
March into the shadows of war
With the strength of the Gaulic Boare!