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Beauliful is my vision between the mountains

Warriors and lovers of the dark

Contemple with pride and feelings

The nights that still coming

Feelings...

It's the noble cause of the pagan ones

That by the sound of the winds, listened as poems

Create odes of revenge

Intoned in the dark meeting with the fog

Revenge...

It's the desire flaming the anger of a rebellious race

For the honor of our ancient culture

Built by the native concepts

Death...

Death by the wire of our daggers

Concealed by the blood of our enemies

Invaders by the blood of our enemies

And in the battle fields they must be destroyed

The memory of the ancestors

The brothers that braveley fought

Till the end because they were not cowards

And by their fortified minds.

We'll return to the mountains

Where we'll unite in profane rituals

And then we'll live the present

And eternalize the past