Battle Cry

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!