Dark nights, clanging shadows -
Many hardships loomed cruelly.
We shared life with the rats,
Waiting for the game of dice with death.
New hope was welcomed the earth,
surging waves of gentle light.
The human herd awakens again -
listening to the happiness that time promises.
And already I feel the strength awakening -
irresistible and bittersweet.
See me waking up from my sleep,
before my fate closes me in.
The lute sounds like the spring dance -
as loved, as familiar .
The shawms sound,
carry the breath to the horizon.
We are the lords of the winds!
We move forward to the horizon.
Lords of the winds!< br/>We are the Lords of the Winds!
Our spirit always inhabits you.
Lords of the Winds!
And we will go again,
carried on by our song.
>We could no longer escape from ourselves
feel the world through our sound.
The minstrel's soul continues to trace its path in the dark dust,
but I feel the pulse of life
like a roar - so booming loud.
We are the lords of the winds!
We are moving towards the horizon.
Lords of the winds!
We are the Lords of the Winds!
Our spirit always inhabits you.
Lords of the Winds!