---

The night fell between the harmful darkness

A choir of wolves heard like a scream of war

And this evil chant made the corpses rise from soil

Congregating in a malignant army , with neverending hate

As a weapon

Ridding furious horses

They go to the fields , of forgotten valleys

Killing every soul on their way

As  they come forth

One by one

Enemies begin to fall

Their blood flows out

Impregnating the swords

... the pest rises up

The battle now ends with victory

The war field is the dwelling

Of lifeless bodies

And the black army

Hails themselves

...The pest rises up