Orgy of silence
   Conspiracy of peace
   Only the sound
   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 suns 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 steel shines bright in the suns first rays
  
   Die
   Die
   Die
   Die