De Ruef vo de Bärge [The Call of the Mountains] [English translation]

Against the waves, with our swords in our hands

Against the sea, with our backs against the wall

Against the wrath in the eyes of our enemies

Against the storm, which fiercely strikes our faces

A call goes out through the heavens

A cry, from the crane in its flight

The call from the mountains

The voice from the Alps, the call from home

The song from the mountains, the tune in my heart

What is that jostling storm in our innermost?

What is that longing which drew up our gaze?

What is that sound which breaks through the black clouds?

What is the sound from those harps saying to me?

A call echoes through the wind from far away

A promise, at the cry of the crane

The call from the mountains

The voice from the Alps, the call from home

The song from the mountains, the tune in my heart

The voice came from the wind, it signals to me

The call from the mountains

The voice from the Alps, the call from home

The song from the mountains

The call from the mountains

The voice from the Alps, the call from home

The tune in my heart

The song from the mountains

• Artist:Eluveitie
• Album:The Call of the Mountains (Mailorder Bonus CD)