Sherden - Stormlord

Without fear we sail: a curse or a desire, who can tell?

The vastness of the ocean is calling once again

Deep down inside this lonely heart we keep the island

Home of the brave, where pale rocks meets the sea

Like raging waves we strike, out of the mist

As the moon shines on the open waters

Nuragic breed

The sound of our name brings terror to the coast

Soldiers of fortune with no mercy and souls of black

From blood red fields of dust to eastern bounds

From the great Sphinx in the land of Egypt to Israel

Under a stranger sky a thousand miles we walked

Born for the struggle we bend the knee to no one

People of the sea

A brotherhood of bronze and salt

Dreadful war, by your side we all live and die

Glory bound, onward we march!

Screams!

As the twisted dance of destruction and pain we join

Praise!

Behold the glory of these warriors, fighting 'till the end

Hail the Sherden

Raise the spears

Laugh into the face of death!

Fight or fall!

We sail on

In the final hour spare us your rites

The only prayer we will need

Is made of leather and bronze:

The sword shall guide the spirit through the dark