New shores of the lesser men, brave journey to the unknown land
Sealords from the Western Star, endowed the havens afar
Dark reign of the East, beware our gleaming might
The crimson day will come, when there's no one by your side
High command, counsel and wealth, masters beyond the sea
Guardians carrying the swords, armours against treachery
Great kings brought the sun over the frightened lands
Blew away the burking clouds, spoiled the Ring-Maker's plans
The aura of tranquility, everywhere they go
Advanced art and craft, wisdom for mind and soul
Firm is their bearing, healers for the weak
Like gods in flesh and blood, fathers and sons from the sea
We are the protectors from the given land

We shall free you from the threat and the fear
Of immortal enemy, his end is near
Our duty is to gather our arms, to take the Eastern road
And to challenge the dark, our pleasure is to force Him down
To make Him crawl and to tear His crown
This is the war, this is the path of blood
Lord of Gifts, your star shall fall
This is the end, this is the freedom call
Of men and elves, this is Your final dawn
This is the war, this is the path of blood
Lord of Gifts, your star shall fall
This is the end, this is the freedom call
Of men and elves, this is Your final dawn