A fine Day to die

	Orgy of silence, conspiracy of peace.
	Only the sound of the cold northern breeze.
	Twinsun sink fading behind the black lake.
	Asleep is the mountains, yet the night is awake.
	Strange is the night.
	Now black stars rise.
	And many Moons circle through silent the night. [Guitar solo]
	Along the black mountainside, scattered by the campfires awaiting the dawn.
	Two times a hundred men in battles.
	Tried by the steel in the arrow, axe and the sword.
	By battle worn, hunger torn, awaiting for the
	Sun to break through the cold haze and for the banners of
	Ebal to appear on the hill in the
	Sun's first warm rays.
	The elder among the men looked deep into the fire and spoke loud with pride.
	Tomorrow is a fine day to die. [Guitar solo]
	Now the morning advance from far
	East. Now the
	Sun breaks through dustclouds and haze.
	Now a forest of spears appears on the hill and steel shines bright in the
	Sun's first rays. [Guitar solo]
	Die. Die.
	Die.