Once we were outcasts, shunned from our land
But we trusted in Odin and the swords in our hands
We left our home and our heir; and shall never return
But upon our journey, we saw both memories and villages burn
The blood of the Winnili runs pround and strong
Our hearts are as true as our beards are long
Our bows are iron, our customs are hard
Kneel to the kings of the Longobards!
The Winnili
The ground of Germania did shake at our feet
The Heruli faced us, we gave them defeat
Hurt of a suffering wounds are of arrow and flame
But still we conquer the Legions of Rome and left awe back with our name
The blood of the Winnili runs pround and strong
Our hearts are as true as our beards are long
Our bows are iron, our customs are hard
Kneel to the kings of the Longobards!
Together as brothers, through decades of war
We have each other, and thus we endure
Forever our deeds shall remain, in the scrolls of the scribes
The voyage of Ibor and Aio, the kings of the Winnili tribe
The blood of the Winnili runs pround and strong
Our hearts are as true as our beards are long
Our bows are iron, our customs are hard
Kneel to the kings of the Longobards!
The blood of the Winnili runs pround and strong
Our hearts are as true as our beards are long
Our bows are iron, our customs are hard
Kneel to the kings
Kneel to the kings
Kneel to the kings of the Longobards!
