Waerteras - Sons of Pictavia (Brothers of Mithras)

The invaders
Come ashore
Bringing false prophets
Those sons of whores

Demanding our surrender
These pretenders
Trying to usurp our throne

Unaware of how hostile
This land can be

Don't you learn
No matter what you blame
You are always defeated
Your King is always slain

Don't you see
The Picts cannot be ruled
Untamed Highland Beasts
Ready to be unleashed

Fear the Serpent
For we come from
The stars above

Under the guide
Of Capricornus
Our culture
Will never be erased

It appears you've joined us
As we walk into
Darkness
A world devoid of light

You've chosen poorly
For even in peace
We're ready for war

Land of
The Warrior's Cult
From Sumeria
To Pictavia
Final holder's
Of a dying flame

Without fear
We embrace death
Battle unhindered
For warriors return to the
Skies

Embrace it's glory
Or fear it's call
Tough times
Breed tough people
And we are no
Exception

There is a reason
Why even
After 1000 years
You can still hear
Tales of our conquests
Legends of our existence

Pictish Pride
Stems World Wide
Brothers of Mithras
Sons of Pictavia
Rise
Rise
Awaken from your aeonic
Slumber