Orgy of silence
Conspiracy of peace
Only the master

Of the cold northern breeze

Twinsun sink fading

Behind the black lake
Asleep is the mountains
Yet the night is awake


Strange is the night
Now black stars rise

And many moons circle
Through silent the night


Along the black mountainside
Scattered
By the campfires

Awaiting the dawn

Two times a hundred men

In battles
Tried by the steel in the arrow
Axe and the sword


By battle worn hunger torn awaitening
For the sun to break through the cold haze

And for the banners of Ebal to appear
On the hill in the sun's first warm rays


The elder among the men
Looked deep into
The fire and spoke loud with pride

Tomorrow is a fine day to die

Now the morning advance from far east

Now the sun breaks through dustclouds and haze
Now a forest of spears appears on the hill
And the steel shines bright in the sun's first rays


Die
Die

Die