Crebain
Cries of My Motherland
The hour of my death is drawing near Romania my mother calls me home I will return my bones to your land For all eternity we are one Behold! Fog shrouded forests of Wallachia Ancient beauty, so cold and pure Carpathia, majestic mountains-towering pride! Forever at your feet shall I remain All your cries are answered Forgotten son has returned To spill my blood on your soil As my fathers before me have done Night is falling, moonlight fades As I near my final sleep I hear the ancient song...
From Letras Mania