Impotently at the end of an era we assist

As a last rampart we protect the ancient wisdom

Our valour multiply our blades

But this is not enough

Falsehood and treason have reduced our lines

And increased the ones of the enemy of the ancient gods

Their thirst of lands and power will bring death and destruction for centuries to come

The gods, offended by whom have blackened them, have forget us

As two terrible dragons battle arrays clash

One white as his prophet's livery, tint in nothingness and emptiness of his sentences

The other one red, as shame and rage for thousand years of eggression endured

Through sparks and flames, bloody rivers flood through the green plains

The schock is terrible and many sons of the earth lost their lives on the field

Brother they were, now full of hate infused by the priests of the god of the desert

For a supposed difference of belives

The white dragon dispers and disbound his enemies, divouring them with fierce

Without mercy, without honour!

And after our killing, they convert our sons with tortures

They fill our sons hearts with fear and suspect, hate and ignorance

Another era will have to pass over

But nothing is linear in the circle of time

The wyrd repeat himself and the forgotten forces will free themselves

Gathering our sacrifice!