The Age of Conquest

Far, far ahead

With craftsmen and warriors we've come

To take what the north still awaits

With no regret take all we have

And leave for the battle

By centuries holding a dream

That will never fade away

Brothers here we are, my lord

Legions of the war, bloody mercenaries

We'll show no fear

Even facing the death

A bitter tear

As a hail for the fallen

From the eyes of the brave

Far we've come

With banners and swords

Fight for the Sons of the North

Far we've come

Bow to our folks and swear

Over the hills we aim for the glory

The time for the triumph has come

For the hope that lies in our dreams

Through the fire we're still marching on

Over the hills we aim for the glory

The time for the triumph has come

For the hope that lies in our dreams

The age of conquest begins

Far away

And the skies give no answer

All we know

Is to beware of the voice in the dark

Deep inside

The honor of fathers

Prepare your heart

For the final encounter

Far we've come

With banners and swords

Fight for the Sons of the North

Far we've come

Resound the horns

Fight for the Sons of the North

We came from the ice lands

Like the coldest spring

Determined to wrest

Your ensign from the throne

And I'm filled with power

I feel the old might

Now look at me

The one who still stands is your king!

Far, far ahead

We're still marching on