The last body lays on the ground
Holes in the shape, crows on the flesh
The Blood stinks spitting out of the wound
After the final thresh
The ornaments tapered by our blades
Fallen to Earth, laurels and crowns
Decorations only exist
In the soul of the warriors
Facing the dust after our
Final Encounter
We'll never meet again
Except if you go to hell
In this case prepare yourself
I'll tie you on a shelf
My friends, my peers prepare the graves
Drinking some wine, singing glory
Again we were stronger than them
The rain runs off, restores me
A last stir whose the instinct
Isolated me after all
In the heart only one feeling
In the head only one star
Glittering in the skies after our
Final Encounter
We'll never meet again
Except if you go to hell
In this case prepare yourself
I'll tie you on a shelf
My calm is short, despite the silence,
I loose the responsibility
Pass the hills, my sword unsheathed
And pierces the walls again
The blood flows
On the velvet after our
Final Encounter
We'll never meet again
Except if you go to hell
In this case prepare yourself
I'll tie you on a shelf
We'll never meet again
We'll never meet again
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