Brotherhood Of The Three Banners

Born of an old rancour
Feeded by two centuries.
To reply vacceos call.
Our brothers of the clans.

The blood of astures, the cry of the wind...
An alliance made of unforgiven hate.

The gods will remember this day
With sorrow (and fury).
Tones and harmonies can weep
The last tears…of the resistance.

Honor deuotus, the clash of pride.
An alliance made of devoted hate.

Wolves of the north clans.
Sons of the astral signs.
With banners of the three roots,
United by the father.

The blood of astures, the cry of the wind...
An alliance made of unforgiven hate.
Honor deuotus, the clash of pride.
An alliance made of devoted hate.