- O tides of time, whose waves my eyes are unfold, waft these
ships through waters only thou hold. Who art such warriors
cloaked in darkened pest, and the armoured one who stands tall at
- It's Caesar who came to this land with all his greed, killing
the faith, the wood and the priests; the land where the stug
still ran free, spoiled by hands about to steer. The little
threaten with visions in his dreams, but the roman was much too
mean; his standards with winged golden eagles, were guided by the
hands of a wicked seer.
As the ship sails across the sea wind blows through my hair
whispers words within my ears but there's a voice instead this
dream comes and goes it seems a deja vu to me all the battles I
have fought all the destinies my deeds will ever change will ever
change? I hear voices they course my fate keep saying don't come
to the land where the stug still runs free don't you come to the
land! or you might repent you and your golden eagles won't
succeed should I listen to this warning should I take it just for
real? should I keep going forward or follow the path of my heels?
so Seer, tell me more what it really means to be is the isle I
have sought always in my dreams at the reach of my hands? reach
of my hands? I guess when the voices will cease from saying don't
come to the land where the stug still runs free.
"Oh Caesar, roman eagle why did you come to me this poor old
Someone is calling, call out my name
Caesar the eagle will fly again for the last time across the sea,
and the isle you aspire to is the answer to your dreams; in the
darkness sleepily walking all the visions in your dreams... see a
bare boy running in a forest naked and horned, blindly bold; in
some arms blue serpents sister and brother fall in love; in the
darkness I see water and inside it one sword; thousand voices
crying for revenge I see crosses, I see blood; see the White
Queen's vows painfully broken by a dear friend not a foe; in the
darkness I see glory I see evil I see a woman alone"
March on, march on roman eagles march on cross the bridge of my
thrills and make the dream come true this dream that comes and
goes won't be a deja-vu again and the battles we will fight all
the destinies my deeds will ever change no voices will stop our
fate no matter if they say don't come to the land where the stug
still runs free we are going to the land and we won't repent we
are the Golden Eagles you will see we are going to your land so
you will be bend to our Golden eagles you will see.