Letra de Heathen Tribes
This is my church It stands so tall, proud And has done for all timesIt has no walls Yet its vast halls Reach from shore to shoreWhatever shore You know as your own We stand as one, we stand aloneAnd we are born From the same womb And hewn from the same stoneAnd from the frozen Baltic Sunrise over Athena I walked the battlefields of Flanders And saw duskfall at CintraAnd beneath the Spires of Sofia And fields of crosses at Arnhem Armenius stood tall in Teuteborg Senatus Populusque RomanusAnd to the fjords of Hordaland And shadows of ancient Albion And to the shore of a thousand lake Saint Vitus dance in PrahaAnd yet when to Ireland we Return I know that I am home at last And with every sun that sets It takes me nearer to her EarthTo whatever shore You know as your own We stand as one, we stand alone