Over the hills legions joined together Their shadows cut the night Drums mark the time of the march The smell of d**h mix with the frozen north winds The moon shine reflects on the steel of the elm and swords Devils of war in silence accompany And wait for the beginning of the end The world burns in flames Only destroction is see Rivers of blood and whispers of pain Feed the hate that constanly grows Creatures of the night go with us Sharing melancholy and the silence of the night Smelling out the blood that clots On the swords blades Impaled bodies make up a huge corridor That delimits the way and disappears on the horizon Black wings cut the fog that interlaced in shadows Their distortion shapes are mixed with reality The return is marked by anguish Displeasure torments my silence Reality seems unreal to me The bodies are mixed with the ruins Burnt by the enemy fire Smoke suffocates the innocent voices I feel the presence of those who are gone In the winds that blow from the mountains Terror distorts visions Of a new age There's no more hope Only pain and hate...