BERSERK lyrics : "Rites Of Supremacy"
The black [email protected]&( ride to their home.
Glory celtiberia, your honour is immortal!
The union of lands forged legends that
Awake admiration and fear between their enemies.
It tells the custom of cut the head to the conquered
For hang it in the horse's necks.
And then they embalm the heads with cedar oil
And carefully keep them for show to the visitors with pride.
They proudly recite the deeds of their ancestors and
They proclaim with their own courage, ridiculing to their opponents
And depriving them of their war spirit.
They celebrate the courses of changes...
Birth, death and renewal.
Sacred are the forest of this land and sacred is the sap that crosses them.
Our horses carry the cut heads of our enemies, rites of supremacy.
Salutes of joy cross the village, ties of blood return to be united.
Popular songs are intoned in honour of the conquerors.
Sacred are the forest of this land as the song and spirits that cross them.
Songs of fire and steel; it can't exist anything stronger