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A Horde Of Beasts Follows For The Forest

With Hatred In It's Eyes

They March For The Battles

Noble Kings Dress It's Helmets

The Sound The Horns To Initiate The Battle

No Smiles, No Tears

Only A Forest Of Crucifieds

Remembering It's  Defeats

The Old Legends Of The Battles

The Crows Fly By The Fields Covered Of Corpses

They Announce Our Victory

Beyond The Hills I See

The Giants Dancing

...For Battle

The Will Be No Forgiveness Day

It Will Be The End Of The Christian Faith In Our Heathen Land

We Will Kill Those That Had Tried To Destroy Our Faith

And Our Ancestral Ones...Ancestral Ones

Now The Hall Of The Golden Shields

Receives The Triumphants

Those That Had Swapped The Life For The Honour

To Salute And Commemorate And For All The Eternity

Tell It's Old Legends Of The Battles