1. GAIZKIAREN HATS ILUNA

Haize izoztuaren marmarra iluntasunean,
Gaizkiaren hats iluna,
Badator poliki elur ekaitz iraunkorra...

Odolezko gerizpe ilunez estali dira gailurrak
Promestutako lurralde sakratuan barreiatuz.

Basoaren bihotzaren barrenean
Ahazturiko harrespilen alboan,
Arima hilezkorren gudarostean
Borrokatuko naiz gaizkiaren oldarraldian.

Gerizpe, gorroto eta iluntasunean
Murgilduko den aroa iristear da...
Sakratutzat lekurik izango ez duen atea.

Ilargiaren argi izoztuaren aurrean
Gudarien arimek
Distira egingo duten dimentsioa


2. GERLARIEN KONDAIRAK

Behelaniozko garaia
Malkedanth mendien aitzinean.

Guda, odol eta saminez mintzo dira
Zuhaitzen marmarrak.

Arerioaren altzairu hotsak
Sorginduriko eroritako gerlarien kondairak.
Hondamendian bustirik egon arren
Mendi malkarrak ez daude isilean.

Gerlarien marmarra da.

Guda lekuaren oihartzun galduak,
Neguaren etorreraren aiduru.

Heriotzaren usainean iltzaturiko buru hezurrak.

Belearen deiak arima galduak
Erakarri ditu odolezko gailurretara.

Zerura begira daude bizitako azken gudua gogoan.

Erori aurreko azken hatsa,
Ezintasunaren oroimenean.


3. SOLIS IN ANTRIS

One night, Deep in the valleys
To the realm of Bekrydes,
Was giving a royal feast,
Hercules was an honouring guest,
He got drunk,
Thus breaking the laws of hospitality,
Raped the virgin daughter of the king, Pyrenees.
After, he left for his next feat and left her alone,
While she was carrying his child in her womb.
The child was born, the serpent, the indigenous,
The eldest descendant of Basque
Solis... In Antris
Woman terrified and ashamed,
Ran in the isolated forest,
To hide in loneliness,
Wept and cried recounting her story to the tress,
Wild beasts heard her sorrow... and tear her to pieces.
Solis... In Antris
Hercules heard the horrific yelling’s...
Of Pyrenees and ran to find her deep in the dark forest,
But he was late,
All that he found was pieces of her body,
He felt sorry for his dark self and his actions,
Crying out with a sorrowful,
Titanian voice calling her name...
“Pyrenee” the mountaintops shudder at the ridges
And the sound echoed throughout the mountains.


4. ELDHR

The last night came,
There wasn’t a new dawn anymore
Distant drums
Were announcing destruction and pain
Hate sounding hymns above the cold hills
With frozen hands and face,
Hardly wielding the axe and chains
I carried on looking for the trail of blood
And avoiding the dammed bright sun
I hided myself in the caves of Eldhr
Niche of old spirits filled in battle
And wolves chased by bloodlust and chaos
Next to my horse
I lost my last battle
Revenge of cruelly devastated people
Years before I burnt alive and raped people,
Merciless with priests
I still remember the impaled bodies
I still smell the stench of burnt corpses
Winter took charge of turning their souls
Ice survivors escaped from the village in flames
From the black smoke coming from their shelters
From the flame of our torches
Guided by the call of the wolf between a dense fog
That blinded all who seek the horizon