[00:00.00] From inside a large plan glade[00:40.38]From where seems the sun to rise[00:44.88]Echoe tunes of songs of battle[00:48.75]Which lull thousand weapons in air[00:54.96]And dance axes and swords[01:47.31]Rumble the tinkling of blades[01:50.67]Roar a pandemonium of voices[01:57.99]Warriors shout outcries on winds[02:00.87]Exult their immortal olden prides[02:49.14]And dance axes and swords[03:23.31]Blood rain from their bodies[03:35.31]As the dance envoles[03:36.33]Grass turns from green o red[03:42.93]Sun is gone, shines bloody the moon[03:52.71]And dance axes and swords[03:57.75]Wolves observe, waiting a prey[04:00.87]Ravens above, flying in circles[05:08.40]Horn sound from the top of hill[05:48.03]Victorious warriors rejoice and march[06:36.00]It's ended the dance of axes and swords