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!