Kronian We, Kronians have won the first step of our quest We are now the masters of the weak keltain land Albiorix is enslaved, the formors weakened Therefore it's written Naerg shall be ours Bard and Kronian Albiorix commited sin - Your people belong to us The sin of disgrace - Weak race you'll decease Formor I Hornd, chosen warlord of the formor kingdom Swear on my blood to avenge the fallen Gods have spoken, and our blades shall havoc We will struggle and defend our honour Bard and Formor Against a mighty coalition - Thousands of Formors died Remember the Goddess Mother - A war fratricide Bard Keltain rebels, supporters of peace, longing for the end of the shame
And then an encounter was settled to convince Hornd and set up a break At night, a formor, brave and tall, arrived to the glade, the hand on the sword Time has come to bury centuries of carnage Formors and Keltains are bounded by… blood !! Kronian Chaos ! We the Kronians are proud to rape and raid them all Beware ! And forget any morrow 'cose we raised the sword ! Narrator Suddenly, a score of Kronians emerged from the darkest woods They rushed on the Formor, a shadow bodiless, vanish in the fog Amazed, the ambushed sprang on the betrayer who fought 'til d**h Alone in front of an army resolved to ruin the hope of alliance between Keltains and Formors