Pagan Memories

The bright of the night iluminates my armour
My eyes stare and reward its brightness
The blood of today still darkens my sword
I still hear the echoes through the mountains

Many fell, proved their value
Fighting bravely until the last moment
We honour these pagan souls
Daring men who died for freedom
Now I celebrate with the surviving braves our victory

Soon we´ll be like many of these stars
Memories of ancient warriors that
Although they do not live anymore
Still move us the fact of having once lived