New shores of the lesser men, brave journey to the unknown landnSealords from the Western Star, endowed the havens afarnnDark reign of the East, beware our gleaming mightnThe crimson day will come, when there's no one by your sidennHigh command, counsel and wealth, masters beyond the seanGuardians carrying the swords, armours against treacherynGreat kings brought the sun over the frightened landsnBlew away the blurking clouds, spoiled the Ring Maker's plansnnThe aura of tranquility, everywhere they gonAdvanced art and craft, wisdom for mind and soulnFirm is their bearing, healers for the weaknLike gods in flesh and blood, fathers and sons from the seannWe are the protectors from the given landnIsle of the dreamers, made by divine handsnWe shall free you from the threat and the fearnOf immortal enemy, his end is nearnnOur duty is to gather our arms, to take the Eastern roadnAnd to challenge the dark, our pleasure is to force Him downnTo make Him crawl and to tear His crownnnThis is the war, this is the path of bloodnLord of Gifts, your star shall fallnThis is the end, this is the freedom callnOf men and elves, this is Your final dawnnn