[00:00.00] 作词 : Jose Luis Gil Hidalgo[00:01.00] 作曲 : Jose Luis Gil Hidalgo[00:58.44]Let me tell you this tale of lords[01:00.54]Who came from remote lands[01:01.14]To steal the sacred lance[01:01.68]To the ones born by frost.[01:43.89]They were waiting for the nightfall[01:46.41]When wolves slept, the stick of sway[01:48.72]Was snatched from its room[01:50.49]But the winter saw what they had done.[01:58.62]And the wind blew towars the shining wisdom well[02:00.30]Where the supreme fighter was keeping watch...[02:11.58]So they were destined to die at dawn[02:17.67]When the early rising horse touched the sky[02:18.72]And it lighted up their haunt.[02:39.87]Then he went hunting for the midnight thieves,[02:41.61]Guided by his ravens, throughout the nine worlds,[02:44.94]Attracted by the smell of fear just like worms.[02:47.07]And a dull caw was the encounter sign[02:47.85]Between the hunter and his prey.[02:53.43]The morning clouds began to cry,[02:55.56]And his anger became unstoppable,[02:56.34]The fighter rushed the intruders group,[03:00.27]And a lightning crossed the tears.[03:02.58]Thousands of bits of flesh and blood[03:05.40]Remained on the battlefield.[03:06.15]And the storm let the calm by...[04:20.19]And he took again what him was (made)[04:25.47]And each bit of their entrails[04:26.16]Were spread along the southern lands.[04:26.91]Being condemned to be conquered[04:29.28]And annihilated.[04:29.70]By the great fighter sons[04:35.07]Who should show for ever more[04:35.70]The price of playing with their gods.