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From inside a large plan glade

 From where seems the sun to rise

 Echoe tunes of songs of battle

 Which lull thousand weapons in air

 And dance axes and swords



Rumble the tinkling of blades

 Roar a pandemonium of voices

 Warriors shout outcries on winds

 Exult their immortal olden prides

 And dance axes and swords



Blood rain from their bodies

 As the dance envoles

 Grass turns from green o red

 Sun is gone, shines bloody the moon

 And dance axes and swords



Wolves observe, waiting a prey

 Ravens above, flying in circles

 Horn sound from the top of hill

 Victorious warriors rejoice and march

 It's ended the dance of axes and swords