Lyrics

Death’s wave at its peak
Tensions taking off
Strength and passion.
the fury of frenzy
Beats in a scream.
Onslaught!
Armor clangs,
The crunch of broken bones!

Bones beat
On leather drums
The dead march
And the fallen parade,
Young heroes,
and those older than eternity,
Who are with us, who are with us
Will not find peace in death.

We will not have
The bliss of quiet sadness
or Moderate humility
Without enmity
It does not suit us,
The villany of despicable bourgeois
Peaceful deaths are alien to us.

The storm of tragedy ablaze,
My Odal fell, defeated by the Darkness,
And the bloody river seeped into sand, foretelling Death.
Out ran the source, which gave meaning and nourished blood,
And the Spirit tormented me with Passion of Search,
Fighting and comprehending!