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

Ahh

Ahh

Ahh

Ahh

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 dust clouds 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

Die