Feeble fools, unaware of the terror soon to come
After what is still awaiting, no light will ever be here
Only the stones remember
The battles that have been clashed on these moors and fields
As thousand of years ago
The soil drank blood of those unwilling to serve
Still at night I can hear their screams
When they fought for glory and might
Steel was bent, and bones were crushed
And still the spirit of war is here
They knew not, that once more a battle so great, So hateful
Would be fought upon these barren landscapes,
In honour to those who died
Like the demons (hiding) under the (dark) mountains,
And the beasts, waiting to be unleashed from their graves guarded by spirits
These secrets have yet remained in whispers and in tales, but as it has been told
Aeons ago
These creatures,
Side by side with the legions of darkness,
On a moment seen by the unknown oracles,
Will emerge to rise
The mighty empire of darkness,
The supreme imperial reign of evil
I know not if I shall be here when the Armageddon is to come,
But this axe of war in my hand symbolises that I am ready for war.