Zafakon - The Call Of Winslow

I, I can sense it
In the winds
The decay of a place that is known to me.

Homeland burning to the ground
My bretheren's suffering
Foreigners bringing forth
The death of my roots

I, I can hear him
He is beckoning
Father, perseverance
I am heading home

Now I shall take
On my destiny For our father Winslow
He is calling me
Journey back to my home
Where I'm meant to be
Our father Winslow
He is calling me

Now I've arrived
Can't fathom what I see
A scene of death
Our homes burning
Standing among the flames
Was the enemy
Battle must ensue
To avenge my family