| Song | Wapen |
| Artist | Adorned Brood |
| Album | Wigand |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| They raise their fists into the sky | |
| Many didn't suffice to bring the death to some of them | |
| They prayed to gods they died with pride | |
| Some of them sufficed to bring the death to all | |
| Their swords drilled into their skull | |
| The blades were hungry and now have to be sharpened | |
| and freed from strange blood | |
| which is precious for the clairvoyance | |
| The barbarians prepare | |
| to leave now | |
| to get closer | |
| to their aim |