Lemuria. Gerstenat (With Brim-filled Pints). Zeneszám

Drenched in blood, so will be our fatherland.
In moonlight the battlefield lies beckoning,
That raises spirits with sword in hand.
A new day is dawning, a day of reckoning

And as the earth began to tremble, as the fights warred a far.
So take another cup of ale my friend and listen well...