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Silent breeze is flowing
Drift through mountains to the north
From the guarded mountain pass
A whistling delight comes along riverside
Dreams and hopes seeping through to the air
As men wind up in the realm of the north
Stand your ground beyond vast mountain range
Where virtues and vices are on the same change
Set your path from this moment forth
As we set our feet in the realm of the north
In septentrionali regione sumus [In the northern region, we are]
O vivamus nunquam non paratus [Oh, we never not ready]
Brevis ipsa vita est sed malis fit longior [Our life is short, but made longer by misfortunes]
Morituri te salutamus [Those who about to die, salute you]
In regnum ad aquilonem [In the Realm of The North]
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Castle Above the Hill
02:34
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Gate of the North
02:04
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Mud Town
01:30
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Destitution
02:11
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Intense Moments
01:16
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Spears, Not Words
01:57
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Bear Eater
02:12
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Marching Rebels
02:34
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Burial Rites
00:52
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Afar Angathfark
02:04
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Estranged Minstrel
03:20
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Sword of Glory
01:50
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Knights and Dames
01:44
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The Ravager
02:34
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Liber scriptus proferetur,
In quo totum continetur,
Unde mundus judicetur.
Quid sum miser tunc dicturus?
Quem patronum rogaturus,
Cum vix justus sit securus?
Ingemisco, tamquam reus.
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Translation:
A book will be brought forth,
in which all will be written,
by which the world will be judged.
What am I, a miserable, then to say?
Which patron shall I ask to intercede
when even the just ones are unsafe?
Aah, I sigh, as [I am] guilty
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Silent breeze is flowing
Drift through mountains to the north
From the guarded mountain pass
A whistling delight comes along riverside
Dreams and hopes seeping through to the air
As men wind up in the realm of the north
Stand your ground beyond vast mountain range
Where virtues and vices are on the same change
Set your path from this moment forth
As we set our feet in the realm of the north
In septentrionali regione sumus [In the northern region, we are]
O vivamus nunquam non paratus [Oh, we never not ready]
Brevis ipsa vita est sed malis fit longior [Our life is short, but made longer by misfortunes]
Morituri te salutamus [Those who about to die, salute you]
In regnum ad aquilonem [In the Realm of The North]
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