War, Blood, Dishonour

Hear the wind
Cursed sons of convicts
'Cause he comes with the feeling of hatred of his enemies
Until dawn our land will be covered by blood and pain

Fight for your life
For their sons and wives don't know the
Wickedness of your enemies
Fight, live and die at my command
For his master will not allow losses

Those who die in battle
Will appear as heroes to the gods
And those who flee will be impaled by treachery and cowardice
Fight with honor my passion for his ideals
Your dreams will be broken into a thousand pieces
If you run and flee like cowards

Fight, lives and show to enemies
The worth of a brave of our lands
That have drunk the blood of many enemies
Don't let the atrocities of our dirty war reach our homes
For our wives and sons don't live our disgrace