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