Battle Of The Golems

Songs of fairies don't rise up from the glade

Golden sun into the darkness fades

I remember the whisper of cold wind in the trees

Carrying the sweet smell of fresh flowers

Where the river flows in misty woods

Now is coming the legion of the dead

Violent warcries resound in my head

From the tower far away the keeper is watching

Under the full moon all are sleeping

While the flames of evil are burning

Thousand shapes from the hill are coming flag of the legion floating high warriors of stone are waiting under a starless sky for the battle

Valiant golems, sons of rocks and stones, time has come for us to

Fight once and for all