Текст песни
True Celtic power
From the cape of Cornwall
Cry of hope, angels cry
This was omen, our sign, prediction
In this proud land I grew up strong
My tears are flowing all around
The wind is twisting my sorrow
Distant gate, gothic grave
Through ages our clan still remains
True Celtic power
From the cape of Cornwall
Cry of hope, angels cry
This was omen, our sign, prediction
All through my life I have carried
The omen
All this was the fragment from my life
In this proud land I was born alone
I was taught to fight, taught to win
They told me the way of steel and secret
I am the unburied child
Child without a name
Without fate
I fight for peace and love
I am reborn
Reborn