Extremos orcos scriptos ab copiis   Septentrionis Kazh-Ran   Navigii parati erant ad solvendum   Versus Ruid-Dor sinus Elfmuth   Theatrum supremi certaminis designatum   Blasphema caterva ad litus   Ex collibus ubi appropinquant   Naves bellicae soloturae   Intus horum servi suos dominos   Nigris armant   Sanguine eorum loricis adversariorum   Defendentibus eorum   Aura corpora atra convoluta ac sagis   Eorum signa ferentibus.   Nave profecta ornata capitibus principum   Princeps remigium tempus remorum   Pulsu metitur nanorum   Qui a Roze-El ducti   Templum Eldril destruxerunt   Arcanorum artium peritissimi   Nunc cruore manant strigitu   Mille scuticarum quae eorum   Duram cutem lacerant.   Et eorum dolor, aegritudo, sudori, sanguinis   Permixtus lembum propellit   I portum argentatum quo sol   Iam lassus se conduit.   Omnia parata ad proelio sunt... tympana   Metiuntur magna itinera orcorum   Ac hominum deformum pugnae aviditate   Cupiditate sola contentionis   Ordine procedunt sub caelo cinereo onusto odiis   Sicut domini impiarum animarum     [THEY SAIL TOWARDS ELFMUTH (BEFORE WAR)]    When the last ogres were recruited   By the troops of north Kazh-Ran   The warships where readied to set towards Ruid-Dor,   Heart of Elmuth, designated as the theatre of the last battle.   A blasphemous horde, from the hills,   Goes to the coast where the warship are ready.   Inside, the servants   Arm their lords with armours   Now black for the blood of their enemies   And protecting their bodies   Wrapped by a black breeze   And mantles bringing their insignia.   Sailed the warships   Adorned by the skulls   Of the contrary princes   The scout stresses the time of the row of the prisoners dwarfs   Who destroyed Eldril's temple   Master of mysterious arts,   Who now are bleeding at the sound of thousand whips   Which tear their skin and pain and suffering;   The blood mixed with sweat pushes   The ship towards a silver sea where a tired   Sun plunged.   Everything is ready for the battle   The tympanums stress the forced march of ogres   And trolls   Eager for fighting just for pleasure.   They parade under a grey sky   Full of hatred like the Damned's Master.