The roads are empty, the winds are still
The clouds stop moving, over deserted fields
The paths are silent, towards the empty hills
Only dry shadows of broken shields
Laying there, untouched by the passing the years
Resting there, -maybe their grave or resting place
Only signs, of blood of one or many men
Holding, keeping the secrets of glory and death
The time has passed, and the time has changed
The warriors' dreams will be the same
Broken hopes and broken dreams
Buried in the earth and flowing streams
In the earth, are the cries left behind
In stones, are the images bound in time
Leaving behind, one last hope one last fight
Fallow the paths of the moon and the rising sun
The time has passed, and the time has changed
The warriors' dreams will be the same
Broken hopes and broken dreams
Buried in the earth and flowing streams
The time has passed, and the time has changed
The warriors' dreams will be the same
Broken hopes and broken dreams
Buried in the earth and flowing streams
Being alive through the winds and open skies
Cursed by time, the dreams of the gods are lost
Leaving behind, one last hope one last fight
Fallow the paths of the moon and rising
The time has passed, and the time has changed
The warriors' dreams will be the same
Broken hopes and broken dreams
Buried in the earth and flowing streams