Night
remains
night
until
the
end
of
ritual
of
sacrifice.
Every
survivor
of
their
fury
was
offered
to
all
the
gods
of
their
faith.
Screams
of
tortured
souls
together
with
a
lake
of
blood
complete
the
perfect
scene
of
a
cruel
reality.
The sign of the Battle is
Ray of storms ripping the skies
Pray before the war begins
Feel the fury of river god
Rise the rite of the ancient guides
What is written along the time
Hell Beyond the infinity
It's a kind of Shaman's realm
Blood Springs on battlefield
Darkness is here this nighttime
(The) Clash of steel attack
is over
Raging forces of enemy
The empire protects its ground
Hear the sound of battlecry
It's time!
Praised be their rite
Thy sight full of cruelty
Deathly sentenced they burn
Praised be their rite
The dance of Sacrifice
Doom of a battle lost is to die