Last Crusade - Nomans Land

When the wind is gone motherlands away

When the sound of waves is sung the song

The heart prays coming back if you may

To the Gods severe in winter strong

Forward there’re many great battles and fights

There is else along crusade

It will be not one last time

Every year so it will be made

The heart believes the fame you find

The blood rages on excitment

You will be winner as your mind

You pirce chain armor by an arrow

Drops roll down the sail

In the face there are tears of rain

Not all gone with worthiness

We’re warriors, we’re taken by force

Taking life of steel

In the sword blood flow down

I must survive and feel the dream

But the arrow’s broken into my heart