Solvitur Ad Elfmuth (Ante Bellum)

Extremos orcos scriptos ab copiis

Septentrionis Kazh-Ran

Navigii parati erant ad solvendum

Versus Ruid-Dor sinus Elfmuth

Theatrum supremi certaminis designatum

Blasphema caterva ad litus

Ex collibus ubi appropinquant

Naves bellicae soloturae

Intus horum servi suos dominos

Nigris armant

Sanguine eorum loricis adversariorum

Defendentibus eorum

Aura corpora atra convoluta ac sagis

Eorum signa ferentibus.

Nave profecta ornata capitibus principum

Princeps remigium tempus remorum

Pulsu metitur nanorum

Qui a Roze-El ducti

Templum Eldril destruxerunt

Arcanorum artium peritissimi

Nunc cruore manant strigitu

Mille scuticarum quae eorum

Duram cutem lacerant.

Et eorum dolor, aegritudo, sudori, sanguinis

Permixtus lembum propellit

I portum argentatum quo sol

Iam lassus se conduit.

Omnia parata ad proelio sunt... tympana

Metiuntur magna itinera orcorum

Ac hominum deformum pugnae aviditate

Cupiditate sola contentionis

Ordine procedunt sub caelo cinereo onusto odiis

Sicut domini impiarum animarum

[THEY SAIL TOWARDS ELFMUTH (BEFORE WAR)]

When the last ogres were recruited

By the troops of north Kazh-Ran

The warships where readied to set towards Ruid-Dor,

Heart of Elmuth, designated as the theatre of the last battle.

A blasphemous horde, from the hills,

Goes to the coast where the warship are ready.

Inside, the servants

Arm their lords with armours

Now black for the blood of their enemies

And protecting their bodies

Wrapped by a black breeze

And mantles bringing their insignia.

Sailed the warships

Adorned by the skulls

Of the contrary princes

The scout stresses the time of the row of the prisoners dwarfs

Who destroyed Eldril's temple

Master of mysterious arts,

Who now are bleeding at the sound of thousand whips

Which tear their skin and pain and suffering;

The blood mixed with sweat pushes

The ship towards a silver sea where a tired

Sun plunged.

Everything is ready for the battle

The tympanums stress the forced march of ogres

And trolls

Eager for fighting just for pleasure.

They parade under a grey sky

Full of hatred like the Damned's Master.