Deep in the valley
Ten thousand warriors reach the glades
Black clouds gather over sainted ground
Blood red sunset illuminates the battlefield
They see the anguish in the eyes of their enemies
Raise your weapons for the sanguinary battle
Ride with your horses to gain the victory
Show no remorse and don't yield to despair
With the swords in your hands
You'll win the fight for their decay
Fight for decay
Trust in your power and your ancestral lores
The creeks are coloured red from the plenty of gore
The fight begins in muddy soils softened by the rain
Between roots and stubs lying in the leaves
A roar slipped from the crest of the mounds and
Total confusion spreads through the hostile forces
Raise your weapons for the sanguinary battle
Ride with your horses to gain the victory
Show no remorse and don't yield to despair
With the swords in your hands
You'll win the fight for their decay
Fight for decay
Trust in your power and your ancestral lores
The creeks are coloured red from the plenty of gore
Three Roman legions trapped in a moat
Herded together like a horde of goat
Throwing away their weapons in their fright
Arminius, your leader tells you to prevail and fight
Raise your weapons for the sanguinary battle
Ride with your horses to gain the victory
Show no remorse and don't yield to despair
With the swords in your hands
You'll win the fight for their decay
Fight for decay