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Facing the summit of our impotence

Among the mist of despair

Wipe the tears and the blood of ours

Two ways leading to death, surrender and wrath

Sacrifice and rage maybe will allow me to spread its guts

I will give my flesh offering to the altar of war

Since death is at the end of the path

My last breath will sing hope

For the future I accept death

Knights of old created peace and made us weak

Facing the slaughter will make us stronger

And among this hellish blaze keep our heads up

Now the time for grieving is over

From the graves we can hear their distant whispers

They will walk with us in our shadows, straight to hell

Charge into battle let us incarnate the fear

I will take my final breath only upon its corpse

Charge into battle to death

Knights of old created peace and made us weak

Facing the slaughter will make us stronger

And among this hellish blaze keep our heads up

Straight in this hell