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Going through the forest

of ancient times

the sacred place of spirits and harmony

we feel a strange feeling

of tranquillity

but also that someone is watching

mother earth is mad

were here without permission

she grants us a curse of bad luck

there is only one way

to get her to forgive

a sacrifice has to be made

We choose 100 soldiers

the weakest among us will die

without any hesitation

the spears go through their hearts

our mother earth grants her approval

we continue onwards

with quilt washing right over our heads

we pray for our fallen soldiers

With our forces weakened we march forward

with a resolve non existent

our spirits are broken and men are in fear

we have fallen before the battle

if this continues were already dead

we might as well kill ourselves

we have to do something before this ends

were changing the course to Bestia

The wolfs of the wild are waiting

the shadows of the forest

the dangerous assassins of the night

and hunters of the day

with silent steps we approach

the border to Bestia

with men being on guard we enter

there is no turning back now