We Are The New Power To Rise

That night I started what will be
A long, long journey back home
From the green and distant lands of the north
Hoping for nothing about what future or
Fate prepared for me
I packed and I rode saying, farewell!!
To the Cantabrian sea.

Aswell as their men unconquerable are
Their weather and lands
To show no mercy for the pilgrims who dare
Enter their domains
The night was born, my blood ran cold
When suddenly I was
Surrounded by the thickest and densest fog
I had ever known.

Lost among the trees, within the fog
Out of my head, but not alone
The night-spirit looked after me
I built a fire and I laid down to sleep.

While I was lying, waiting for the dawn
Thinking about the end of the road
I felt asleep and dreamt of
My tribe, my clan, my land, my home.

And then the sunset again
Brought back to life my spirit
The strength of fire to my veins and my eyes
The day was born, my hour had not come
And I received the present for being a fighting man.

And then I started my trip again
Marching homewards to tell
I walk victorious by the side of the sun
Alive!
Invictvs!