Over the hills legions joined together

Their shadows cut the night

Drums mark the time of the march

The smell of death mix with the frozen north winds



The moon shine reflects on the steel of the elm and swords

Devils of war in silence accompany

And wait for the beginning of the end



The world burns in flames

Only destroction is see

Rivers of blood and whispers of pain

Feed the hate that constanly grows



Creatures of the night go with us

Sharing melancholy and the silence of the night

Smelling out the blood that clots

On the swords blades



Impaled bodies make up a huge corridor

That delimits the way and disappears on the horizon

Black wings cut the fog that interlaced in shadows



Their distortion shapes are mixed with reality



The return is marked by anguish

Displeasure torments my silence

Reality seems unreal to me

The bodies are mixed with the ruins



Burnt by the enemy fire

Smoke suffocates the innocent voices

I feel the presence of those who are gone

In the winds that blow from the mountains



Terror distorts visions

Of a new age

There's no more hope

Only pain and hate...