1. DESOLATED BATTLEFIELDS

I came to my village
And all my identity it is lost.
Death pain and destruction
Carried by the vultures of the cross.

Will, honour and respect....
Envenomed by Christian lies.

Honor, strength and glory
They are all next to die

What has happened?...
My family is death...
Houses are in fire
The ground is crimson red

I walk against the wind in this desolated battlefield
I cry and I scream, someday they will pay for all of this
Father!
I can hear you
Crying
For our land.

Everything is lost
Now our banner is ash
I see the thunderbolt
While the sky turns black

Dragging the blood of this fields
Like a sacred river it flows

I walk against the wind in this desolated battlefield
I cry and I scream, someday they will pay for all of this

I sink my hands
In this land,
My fatherland
Will be cleaned with my tears.

....Vengeance....
....My sword is thirsty of your blood....


2. THE MARCH OF THE BROKEN SOULS

My body covered with blood
Walks dragging a broken sword.
The cold burns my wounds,
The darkness surrounds to me...

Spirits of the forest,
Old dead soldiers
Show me the way
In these hours of desperation.

Again the fire begins to burn.
The howls freeze the air.
Soldiers born again
Of ashes, ice and blood.

Listen to the scream of the broken souls
In the darkest night, they will rise

Of shades I dye my armour,
I raise my fire sword,
The crows will be my guardians
And my spirit will fly free.

Once again the darkness
Are by my side
And it gives me forces
To fight until the end.

This is the march of the broken souls!
This is my land and this is my blood!
This is my hate and this is my sword!

I will never back down,
I will never surrender