Towering Clouds Over the Fields of Carnuntum - Bornholm

Blood flows from the throat of the mountains

Black rain falls to the legion’s trail

Mist covers the path of our fathers

The path, on we march

The gods are watching me

They are the gods of will

Proud men, proud gods

Mannus… Tuisto…

The world is changing

Our world is eternal…

I saw the legions of Varus

Oh, gods, eat their flesh

Tormented for knowledge

Wotan… nine nights

Donar, with pride we walk

As wolves among sheep

We are the clouds over the fields

We march through our ancient’s forests

Allvater, see the trail of the warriors

Sons of Mannus we are

The twilight has come… the fall of Rome

Black clouds towering over Carnuntum