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Feeble fools, unaware of the terror soon to come

After what is still awaiting, no light will ever be here

Only the stones remember

The battles that have been clashed on these moors and fields

As thousand of years ago

The soil drank blood of those unwilling to serve

Still at night I can hear their screams

When they fought for glory and might

Steel was bent, and bones were crushed

And still the spirit of war is here

They knew not, that once more a battle so great, So hateful

Would be fought upon these barren landscapes,

In honour to those who died

For there are (also) creatures hidden in the (very) darkest places of this realm,

Like the demons (hiding) under the (dark) mountains,

And the beasts, waiting to be unleashed from their graves guarded by spirits

These secrets have yet remained in whispers and in tales, but as it has been told

Aeons ago

These creatures,

Side by side with the legions of darkness,

On a moment seen by the unknown oracles,

Will emerge to rise

The mighty empire of darkness,

The supreme imperial reign of evil

I know not if I shall be here when the Armageddon is to come,

But this axe of war in my hand symbolises that I am ready for war.