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Summer's bloom has faded away as autumn's cold wind rapes the soil

Lifeless leaves waiting on the ground for the cover of the snow

And the ravens' caw

Echoes in the distance

Through frosty yellow plains I walk to the forest and beyond

Under the light of north star I wander to the places of war

Last glimpse of sunset will soon be just a memory

Like the feeble screams of my dying enemies

I feel drawn to the horrifying blackness of this night

I now see the path placed before me

The will of the triumph guides me through the terrors

And nightmares, violence and bloodshed

Northwind's quiet whisper on these fields where the battles shall be сlashed

We will trample our enemies with our conquering feet

Like a barbaric hymn to praise the war

The howl of whirling steel covers the suffering yells of our dying enemies

The day breaks

Swords saturated with blood

Smoke cloaks the battlefield

Reek of burnt flesh

Charred skeletons laying on the ground like frozen tree branches

To the death we will fight for our blood and native soil