The descendants were strong and powerful
They had the spirit to fight
They put mud on their long hair

Painted their faces and prepared their weapons
To straighten themselves before combat


Ready to fight, they walked in the night
Through the mountains, woods and caves


In the moonlight -- frozen land
That's creating the mystic view
Fear on men's faces made them sinister


At dawn, when they reached the battlefield
Nobody talked

Everyone was silent and waited for slaughter

...Then came the agony and pain...