To Kingdom Come - Hollenthon

Bibunt omnes sine meta

Quamvis bibant mente leta

Sic nos rodunt omnes gentes

Et sic erimus

Sentries of fisterra wake

Gallant masses stir

Thy kingly spirit throned among the hills

A call to arms young hopefuls

Fields of burning toil

Beware of bleeding visions shattered

Fear not the thunder

Where the earth meets the sky

Slave to the irons

Thy kingdom shall come

Wake from dreams to unfolding demons

Break the spell binding with chains

Rage against the old tradition

Heed the voice singing courage in the storm

Arise in mass from peaceful slumber

Providence draws near

Craven tyrants cringe before our wrath

Sentries of fisterra wake

Gallant masses stir

Thy kingly spirit throned among the hills