| Orgy of silence | |
| Conspiracy of peace | |
| Only the master | |
| 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 | |
| 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 awaitening | |
| 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 | |
| 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 the steel shines bright in the sun's first rays | |
| Die Die Die |