Sherden

Without fear we sail: a curse or a desire, who can tell?
 The vastness of the ocean is calling once again
 Deep down inside this lonely heart we keep the island,
 Home of the brave, where pale rocks meets the sea
 Like raging waves we strike, out of the mist,
 As the moon shines on the open waters
 Nuragic breed,
 The sound of our name brings terror to the coast
 Soldiers of fortune with no mercy and souls of black
 From blood red fields of dust to eastern bounds,
 From the great Sphinx in the land of Egypt to Israel
 Under a stranger sky a thousand miles we walked
 Born for the struggle we bend the knee to no one
 People of the sea,
 A brotherhood of bronze and salt
 Dreadful war, by your side we all live and die
 Glory bound, onward we march!
 Screams!
 As the twisted dance of destruction and pain we join
 Praise!
 Behold the glory of these warriors, fighting 'till the end
 Hail the Sherden,
 Raise the spears,
 Laugh into the face of death!
 Fight or fall!
 We sail on
 In the final hour spare us your rites
 The only prayer we will need
 Is made of leather and bronze:
 The sword shall guide the spirit through the dark