Orgy of silence

Conspiracy of peace

Only the sound

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 suns 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 steel shines bright in the suns first rays



Die

Die

Die

Die