Текст песни Isenburg

We prospect the deepest seam,

Crawling in the blackest holes.

Obsessed by the treasures

Of our holy ground.

Our fruits are made of stone,

We extract from innermost.

Our mountains bleed for us

And so we defend this pact with our blood.

Walls of boundary from otherness

Isenburg

Shelter for the brave

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Nightmare for those who presume

To stain this ground.

Never surrender alive

Nor leave this ground to enemy.

Often threatened by rats,

Originless bastards.

Always had been defend

By swords of infernal rage.

Times may passing by

But the sons of the pride years are still here.

In arms we stand, reflecting the glorious days.