Текст песни Guardians Of The Lost Temple

When the wind blows

Behind the hills

From the mist you'll hear

Quakes in the horizon and fear in the air

Guardians of the lost temple

With burnt swords

Spread suffering with their foes

Follow the wind

Fight with pride

You're the chosen warrior

Nothing would defeat you, nothing

Wizards cast their spells
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As the dusk waits for the dawn

Through unknown lands

Among bloody ways never sailed

Don't be taken by weakness

Go by the light of your sword

Darke your ways

And search eternal might

Cause when the sun gets down

Behind the hills

A new day will

Reapper with eternal

Might for your fellows