Ibor & Aio - Hulkoff, Jocke Brodén

Once we were outcasts, shunned from our land

But we trusted in Odin and the swords in our hand

We left our home and our heir;

and shall never return

But upon our journey, we saw both memories and villages burn

The blood of the Winnili runs pround and strong

Our hearts are as true as our beards are long

Our bows are iron, our customs are hard

Kneel to the kings of the Longobards!

The Winnili

The ground of Germania did shake at our feet

The Heruli faced us, we gave them defeat

Hurt of a suffering wounds are of arrow and flame

But still we conquer the Legions of Rome and left awe back with our name

The blood of the Winnili runs pround and strong

Our hearts are as true as our beards are long

Our bows are iron, our customs are hard

Kneel to the kings of the Longobards!

Together as brothers, through decades of war

We have each other and thus we endure

Forever our deeds shall remain in the scrolls of the scribes

The voyage of Ibor and Aio, the kings of the Winnili tribe

The blood of the Winnili runs pround and strong

Our hearts are as true as our beards are long

Our bows are iron, our customs are hard

Kneel to the kings of the Longobards!

The blood of the Winnili runs pround and strong

Our hearts are as true as our beards are long

Our bows are iron, our customs are hard

Kneel to the kings

Kneel to the kings

Kneel to the kings of the Longobards!