Текст песни
We’re born to walk upon this land,
Our fate we cherish — just a grain
We waste our lives in every place,
To chase our dreams feels like a chase
Some seek their way in vast domain,
Not knowing what the truth may mean
When trapped by gods and false‑born kings,
We live their years, not seeing who brings sin
Be proud, be strong, be bold,
Remember what the ancients told
Only the one who dares to choose their road
Will celebrate a hundred thousand victories bestowed
We cannot bring those days back again,
They scattered like ash in the wind
The weak are whipped by many a lash,
Their fates are played at feasts of trash
They crush all hope for ignorant’s delight,
And broken lives drag on, trapped in hope’s despite
When trapped by gods and false‑born kings,
We live their years, not seeing who brings sin
Be proud, be strong, be bold,
Remember what the ancients told
Only the one who dares to choose their road
Will celebrate a hundred thousand victories bestowed
