We Stand Alone

We stand alone with the bones of our father's breath

Retching our souls with the stories of life and death

Come pass away on the sinews of our strings

But watch your weary eyes and protect thy dreams

A call to arms

We brothers four

The jobs at hand

So dust your tongues

And instruments

To tell the tales of the land

Steal away the weight that crushes thy bare chest

For something's galloped all night

To mold this mare's nest

We were taught from the whisperings

Of our mother's fears

So watch your weary eyes and wipe away those tears

A call to arms

We brothers four

The jobs at hand

So dust your tongues

And instruments

To tell the tales of the land

Mi stayeem, samye nat kastyamee, ot papinay dooshi

Mi stayeem, samye nat kastyamee, ot papinay dooshi

Mi stayeem, samye nat kastyamee, ot papinay dooshi

Mi stayeem stayeem stayeem

Mi stayeem stayeem stayeem

Mi stayeem stayeem stayeem