When We Were Kings -

Spirits of trees, keepers of the forest

Sweet companies, here in my exile

My lonely whisper, taken by the wind

Signs of my kingdom, far away from me

In the edge of dreams when I’m alone

A past of memories is gone

I live through this pain

Holding on forever

The warrior prays

Cold winds of truth, could I believe you?

I waste my life, bleeding in the sacrifice

Unholy prison, my faith is rusting in this chains

Praying for the fight, and waiting for this day

For all those years I felt the cold

The nights alone so far from home

The day I die again

Holding on forever

Hold the ashes of my life

Saddle horses to the fight

Where the eagles die

When we where kings

Every night after the storm

I see the gods playing in the stars

Shining skies

When we where kings through the times

The voices whispering my name

A king without the heroe’s blade

The raging winter, it frozed all my tears

In this quiet exile, a heart of ice

Forgive me father

My future now is in your hands

Try to heal my soul, I’m coming back!