Ancient Rites - Vae Victis

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Hail to the Celtic tribes
Hail to my Ancestors
Hail to my Forefathers
Hail to the Germanic tribes
No one could conquer
No one could take our Land
When fighting us with same means
No one could see us
FALL FALL FALL!!!
FALL FALL FALL!!!
Hail my Celtic tribes
Hail to our (Germanic) ancestors
Way too many tribes
Tried to conquer us
Outnumbered Outnumbered
They did not despond — Molon lave
There was true glory
There was true pride
True pride
The darkness of the woods
Inspired our tribesmen
True cultural background
I’m not a child of this time
(Always) longing for those times
I’m not a child of this time
My ancestors, Hail to Thee!
My ancestors: FOREVER!!!
Their blood in my veins