When swords clash
and flesh is torn.
Even the greatest warriors,
fall here and now.
When the horn of battle sounds,
Each one pays death.
When screams echo and men fall,
The powers collide.
This is an evening, an evening of battle,
an evening of battle, of the blood-red night.
This is an evening, an evening full of blood,
an evening of fire of kindled embers !
This is an evening, an evening full of honor ,
an evening of difficulty, come defend yourself!
A man falls,
at your side´ !
But the battle rages,
no one Escorted to death.
He was your brother - he gave his life to you.
As the first victim of this battle,
His blood now flows red into the night.
You parry a side blow
and you look at what remained of him.
But no soul moves so quickly,
the light in his eyes still shines bright!
⦠still bright !!!< br/>That's how he lies - your heart is racing.
You feel him - his death pain.
His blood flows and strengthens the bond,
so now give your battle cry know!
This is an evening, an evening full of pride,
an evening of shields - bursting wood!
Lakes of blood, heroism,
the embers of battle have been extinguished.< br/>Flesh in pieces, bodies completely pale,
then the sun sends you its last ray!
⦠its last ray!

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN