Orgy of silence
Conspiracy of peace
Twinsun sink fading
Of the cold northern breeze
Only the master Behind the black lake
Yet the night is awake
Asleep is the mountains 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
On the hill in the sun's first warm rays
And for the banners of Ebal to appear
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
Die
Now a forest of spears appears on the hill
Die Die
And the steel shines bright in the sun's first rays
Die.
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