The Horn's First Sound

Under the horn's first sound, In a day

which the fog was shading the white souls

And the sea was resounding away

Soldiers face themselves

Clouds full of spirits hail him

A captain full of courage sees his blood on the grass

in the cold morning's fog distants clouds shout his name...

The captain shouts to his horde

The genocide is about to start

You cannot wait for the end. You must do it

Eyes shut and swords shining

And at the end, the wish of the field shall rule

Memories of dreams and bloody lives

The fog was hiding bones in the way

A way that belongs to the man

Coming on horses, great warriors

See the stones of a forgotten way

Now it's full of wild ones

This was the way of the ancient

Where the guards would never step on

Where the sea never touched

When he sees his man falling on the field

they go away to the forest, to met the ambush

Now the soldiers are confronting themselves

Turning them into waves

which beat furiously against stones, human rocks

The captain shouts hard and carries the hordes

The brave charge against the Imperial guards

In the forest, guards get lost in the way

Massacred by the thorns, hanged by the forest

The darkness spreads itself, there are bodies all around

The empire was devastated, dead guards on the ground

Too many people lost their lives and have perished on the mountain

Fearless and wild ones just like this captain

Finally the captain returns from the forest, from the massacre

But then one shot, on the nameless captain's chest, can be heard

They remember, those who tell the tale about a brave south

Tell about a nameless captain who has risen up the banner of war

Without memories and laws

he had war and glory