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Distant dreams summon the battle

The spirits of the ancestors bewitched by forged steel dance to the beat of the pagan march.

Between screams of pain and fire invade with courage as the only virtue

The lands of the enemy under the watchful eye of the warlord

Red tongues of fire among the seas of blood

cover the corpses of the devastated town full of tombs of warriors

who fought until the last breath.

Wherever the earth draws blood and looks for new victims

Our shields will crush the enemy

Feeding their corpses to crows and wolves.

When everything ends and death stops my fight

My soul will travel to the black fortress of chaos.