Heroes of the darkened past,

Listen the tales of the wind

'Cause he has seen the history dying.



Times of glory and of swords,

Times of honor,

Living idols, blood and steel,

All these are gone.



Heroic times, just heroic times,

Lost through the ages.



Riding wild horses on the fields,

Tongues if flames

Kissing swords and shields

And burn the days of the ones who die.



Why is so heroic

To die for an aim?

Maybe because we have no faith.

Why it seems heroic

To worship a bone idol?

Maybe because our god died.