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From inside a large plan glade

From where seems the sun to rise

Echoe tunes of songs of battle

Which lull thousand weapons in air

And dance axes and swords

Rumble the tinkling of blades

Roar a pandemonium of voices

Warriors shout outcries on winds

Exult their immortal olden prides

And dance axes and swords

Blood rain from their bodies

As the dance envoles

Grass turns from green o red

Sun is gone, shines bloody the moon

And dance axes and swords

Wolves observe, waiting a prey

Ravens above, flying in circles

Horn sound from the top of hill

Victorious warriors rejoice and march

It's ended the dance of axes and swords