Once we were outcasts, shunned from our land But we trusted in Odin and the swords in our hands We left our home and our heir; and shall never return But upon our journey, we saw both memories and villages burn The blood of the Winnili runs pround and strong Our hearts are as true as our beards are long Our bows are iron, our customs are hard Kneel to the kings of the Longobards! The Winnili The ground of Germania did shake at our feet The Heruli faced us, we gave them defeat Hurt of a suffering wounds are of arrow and flame But still we conquer the Legions of Rome and left awe back with our name The blood of the Winnili runs pround and strong Our hearts are as true as our beards are long Our bows are iron, our customs are hard Kneel to the kings of the Longobards! ♪ Together as brothers, through decades of war We have each other, and thus we endure Forever our deeds shall remain, in the scrolls of the scribes The voyage of Ibor and Aio, the kings of the Winnili tribe The blood of the Winnili runs pround and strong Our hearts are as true as our beards are long Our bows are iron, our customs are hard Kneel to the kings of the Longobards! The blood of the Winnili runs pround and strong Our hearts are as true as our beards are long Our bows are iron, our customs are hard Kneel to the kings Kneel to the kings Kneel to the kings of the Longobards!