AFineDayToDie

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 awaiting

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 steel shines bright in the Sun's first rays

Die

Die

Die