1. MAN OF SORROWS

He relived the glorious armed clashes
Wound was still bleeding down to the arm
Slowly his sword went out of the sheath
A strong hiss cut the dirty hair
Shoothin' to death the enemy
But his sword never hurt us
A voice in the fog and a whistle of wind
A wild and incessant cry heard...

The man of sorrows burning his life, rebuilt your faith!

The cry called the fight
Duel began without truce
At the same time a ray of redhead light
Hit his old and proud sword
Slowly his sword went out of the sheath
A strong hiss cut the dirty hair
The fury of the bothered demon
Exploded in a cry - Kurkay!

The demons crossed by the red blade
Shuttered and so the fog issued from them
You will have the power fighting alone
Challenging the demons face to face
And the army without you is like a flock
The baton and the carrots are their creed
But never the less everyone is proud
Waiting for a cry or a call...

The man of sorrows burning his life, rebuilt your faith!


2. DESPERATE WAR

The christian's torment, is great
Up to the fourth assault, everything's been all right
After words the fifith, one was heavy and serious
The french riders, have been killed by us
The lesser sixty, whom god has saved
The count who sees, the massacre of theirs pities
His nation and invokes, the king!
With punishment and worry
He plays the horn
The brain is bursting
The mouth is bleeding.

The mountains are great
The sound goes over thirty leagues, it feel himself
The king heard it, and his departments agonizing soul, full of pain
The arms shields, it painted, humans flag, and frost the wind
The emperor rides with sorrow
And the army is aching, for the count.
His men are fighting
The horn ask for help
Ones wear the weapons
Ones launch screams of war!

The tenebrous mountains are great
The valley is deep, the water is fast
They play the imperial trumpets
In competition with the horn
There is nobody who doesn't cry
And despair grows and it increases on the battleground
Of everything we need cares
They are too late, they will never arrive.


3. ANCIENT PRIDE

A great sea quick ships
A careful look toward the unknown one
We dominate and reign
While we are looking for land
Land is firm it's now near
The calling of the red blood of battles, resound on beach
Life is fighting for conquering new worlds
Death is fighting for surviving.

Better be dead than be enslaved all life long
The ancient pride is the way to survive!

The ancient pride, this way to survive
The ancient pride is the way to survive!

The old king had foreseen
The man of war would have brought death
Now it's time to fight with glory
Death rather than surrender
The shine of the black god, for death, is impending
Life is stopped, the time of pain.

Better be dead than be enslaved all life long
The ancient pride is the way to survive!


4. LIKE A DREAM

Lord of war you may say
My duty is died over
For an holy shape of eternal fight
Black lightnings of steel in a spectral sky
Are shaking the infernal lands
Of the soldiers of death
You are a nightmare, you fucking death
Come to me and fight with your enemies.

I died in war, and destiny will burnt
My pride of anything
I died, I died
I died in war, and destiny will burnt
All the land of each, hostile, unfaithful.

You killed your ancient gods of holy land
But you can't stop the warriors of hate
I'm the judge of the profane tribes
They adore your altars and your bloody pages
I am a murderer if you don't respect
Indisputable orders of the sacred hate
I died in war, and destiny will burnt
I died!!


5. FLAMES OF WAR

Sacred fire on the horizon
Lightings and thunders
Clogs of horses and iron cry
The fierce assemblys wait
The horde of warriors
Follows the sacred lights, distantly to
A fortress of demons, to distruction
And to the end of peace.

Blood on their sword
The sacred flames fall down from the sky
The temple will return to its ancient shine
Gods will protect them with a sharp blade
Will be in the hostile flesh!

Stretched out shields, soldiers nearby
The leather bag empty but fear, stay on
Anybody regret united in the blood
Death isn't a sentence!!

Blood on their sword
The sacred flames fall down from the sky
The temple will return to its ancient shine
Gods will protect them with a sharp blade
Will be in the hostile flesh!

The lance against the enemy
Ready to pierce the bowel
Of what before helmets on their head.


6. KURKAY

King of a glorious province
In his old throne soaked of memories
His power was to the top
But life changes...

Sat on his sand chain
He observed out of the great window
The valley and the rocks
On the tops stunned him.

Kurkay kurkay kurkay
Kurkay kurkay kurkay
You don't cry!
Kurkay kurkay kurkay
You must survive!

The oracles were not pronounced
The stars were not propitious
Only him and his adverse destiny
Decision was only one - going on!

Kurkay kurkay kurkay
Kurkay kurkay kurkay
You don't cry!
Kurkay kurkay kurkay
You must survive!

He had conquered everything
He had looked for victory
His tottered army
Wasn't perfect and loyal to duty
After many battles
They meditated coming back
The doubtful restless
King returned warrior.


7. DAWN OF BROTHERHOOD

Young altars of war, old columns, of eternal hate
Memories of pain, and, suffering.
The new sun illuminates this world
The warriors observe it while
It cancels the old presuppositions
Of the human brotherhood, fertility
Wisdom and honor crush the memories.

The hate still flows strong in his veins
The desire of revenge is too deep
Also energy, in their hands
Gods keep silent, men thinks, he remembers!

A supreme voice as a thunder
Rider lifts his hammer up to the sky
And announces that we are alive to fight
The brotherhood is not a gift but is a conquest
It keeps the wise man silent
While black, clouds in the sky
Darken, the splendid morning.

Too far is my sword, the dream is about to end
Living believing fighting until the end
Which doesn't have, to arrive.

The hate, still flows strong in his veins
Desire, of revenge is too deep
Also energy, in their hands
Gods keep silent, men thinks, he remembers!


8. THE FATHER OF VICTORY

The sword that you grasp will never strike
But it will hiss above the target to sink in your bones
The lance that you brandish don't find the enemies
But it will reduce in splinters as soon as it will be cast:
This is the wyrd that the daughters of Wotan have chosen
This is the fate you will know!

With the limbs stopped by the battle
Devoid of strength by an hostile
And weakened in spite you will you must attend
The spirit that will be craftsman of your bad luck.
I'm ygg and my face means terror
I'm misfortune carrier uncite to the struggle
I'm father of the war that puts to fight your armies
I'm ygg the father of victory!

The sword that you grasp will never strike
But it will hiss above the target to sink in your bones
The lance that you brandish don't find the enemies
But it will reduce in splinters as soon as it will be cast:
This is the wyrd that the daughters of Wotan have chosen
This is, the fate, you will know!

I'm ygg and my face means terror
I'm misfortune carrier uncite to the struggle
I'm father of the war that puts to fight your armies
I'm ygg... the father of victory!


9. THE SUPREME SWORD

Sun was high and lands was bright
Silence came back, when horde was passed
The armour was shining, now, everything was out
The battle was over, only blood, only dust on the field..
I will fight again for my faith
Finally I will have the supreme sword!

He felt life running through his body
He took his army to death
And his heart screamed why am I the only alive
Destroyed in his soul was captured from the black demons.

Clouds of dust twisted around
A red warm wind bringing pieces of broken screams
Sound of the battle
Winds made of many black fires
A wind nomadic and hunter wind
A care taker wind
Witness of this other, bloodsheds.

I will fight again for my faith
Finally I will have the supreme sword!


10. LAST BATTLE

The old warlike wise man
Sharpen his blade, with deep devotion
Who has seen time, after time
All what no man, would have seen before.
Slowly his hand, hold up the hilt in a easy game
His mind fights, against that will be passed lent moon...
His tired limbs look for rest
Time passes and the strenghts
Become lost, without following
The impetus of a brave old heart.
The gods will assist once more
Their belief which ore leather
In every old warriors heart
He is ready to deserve, his rest!

Who will brandish the glorious sword
The last battle will never exist
Who will brandish the glorious sword
The last warrior will never see it!

Once more to win... the last battle
The last time, the last time
The last time, the last time
The last time, last way
The last time, last way - to survive the death!


11. BARBARIANS

Dark prophecies the sun labours to show as if it feared, the worse
The sharp sword, cut the breeze and all the wood stays in silence
Eyes to the horizon, they observe the valley during their march
The time of the judgement, is upcoming the sacred fathers
Drive their revenge!

Blood is about to flow
Later the valley won't be the same
The first arrow strikes
The minds and the impetus istigate them
The noise of metal resounds, deafening.
The clash is violent, deprived of rules and of clemency
Barbaric children of hate
You fight, you believe - you win!

Nobody of them has ever believed so much
None of them has ever suffered so much
The beast rising from them is waking up again
More and more greater, stronger!

We are not many warriors
Our brothers fell with glory and honor
Their sword fell
From bloody hands their shields covering their heads
We win the praise of whom
Isn't able to give revenge
Of whom is still imploring
The strenght to fight...