The combat has finished a thick fog now dominates these moors This fog contains the souls of the dead warriors in the combat The howls of the wolves show the anguish in the face of the scent of the death
The branches become agitated showing their disapproval
Flock of birds emigrate of this place and black clouds announce a gale Walk with my naked sword on these gloomy grasslands Men walk with the death, heroically As an omnipotent being he observes their completed work
Remorse that smashed… my poise doesn't exists Since my will is the sacred justice
I feel the pain of contained cries Sobs of the wounded nature When being exiled the life The snow will bury these wailings For the rest of the coming centuries
The twilight announces the rejection of the sun in the face of the terrible tragedy He abandons the creatures of this place, leaving them without their light, because With the gotten victory i will be the new star of this place...
Oh, god sun don't abandon us because without your candor we will die We need your heat that infuses us life or the dance of the death we will dance...
I am the emperor of these lands, the life will depends on my power Retinues of shades second me in my abject adventures Dark task that i carry out with my magic sword I will reign for always this forgotten kingdomTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.