Cries of My Motherland Testo

The hour of my death is drawing near
Romania my mother calls me home
I will return my bones to your land
For all eternity we are one

Behold! Fog shrouded forests of Wallachia
Ancient beauty, so cold and pure
Carpathia, majestic mountains-towering pride!
Forever at your feet shall I remain
All your cries are answered
Forgotten son has returned
To spill my blood on your soil
As my fathers before me have done

Night is falling, moonlight fades
As I near my final sleep
I hear the ancient song...