Their Spirits Ride With The Wind

Their spirits will rise

They will rise at the end of time

Now they ride with the wind

Across the lands of the ancient times

They possess memories of glory and fall

Their spirits will rise

Arise at the end of time

"Banished and betrayed, hunted by empires

Slaughtered in numbers, killed by plagues

The people were brave, but they were chosen to die

In the end they found rest in their promised green land

Once they moved like the wind, now their spirits ride with the wind

Their presence still lives in their pillaged lands"