Orgy of silence Conspiracy of peace Only the master Of the cold northern breeze
Twinsun sink fading Behind the black lake Asleep is the mountains Yet the night is awake
Strange is the night Now black stars rise And many moons circle Through silent the night
Along the black mountainside Scattered By the campfires Awaiting the dawn
Two times a hundred men In battles Tried by the steel in the arrow Axe and the sword
By battle worn hunger torn awaitening For the sun to break through the cold haze And for the banners of Ebal to appear On the hill in the sun's first warm rays
The elder among the men Looked deep into The fire and spoke loud with pride Tomorrow is a fine day to die
Now the morning advance from far east Now the sun breaks through dustclouds and haze Now a forest of spears appears on the hill And the steel shines bright in the sun's first rays