When the men fall to the ground Their rebel hearts begin to pound The brothers of the ancient clan Servants of the sacred land At dusk they will raise their swords To honour the fallen ones They will drink around the fire In the forest of immortality Their freedom has been taken away But they will never ever obey The king of many, many lies Is the devil in, in disguise? At dusk they will raise their swords To honour the fallen ones They will drink around the fire In the forest of immortality When the heroes fall Their fight won't be lost forever When the heroes fall Their spirits will live on and on When the heroes fall It's the rise of the chosen one When the heroes fall The wind will blow When you hear the holy call Sorrow will strike the king And he will die before the spring His castle will be burned Death is what he has earned When they return from the field All their wounds, they will be healed Revenge has been fulfilled Battalions of evil they have killed When the heroes fall Their fight won't be lost forever When the heroes fall Their spirits will live on and on When the heroes fall It's the rise of the chosen one When the heroes fall The wind will blow When you hear the holy call When the heroes fall When the heroes fall