Last of the English

One unbreakable shield against the coming darkness
One last blade forged in defiance of fate

I am the whisper, that becomes a thunderstorm
I am a fighter, bold, resistant and war-torn
Im a rebel, I take Norman blood
And fifteen souls - will never be enough

I am just an outlaw
Last of the English strong and brave
The hope when nothings left, the nightmare of our enemies
I am just an outlaw
Rebel soul to the end
The hope when nothings left, the nightmare of our enemies

One spark can light the fire of restiance
A fire that burns forever in the souls of men

I am an outlaw by fathers will and my own hand
I roam the country vengeance is my second name
I will never - forget what they have done
A life of fire - until the darkness comes

Call me outlaw
Call me hero
Call my fighter to the end