The sky is dark
Like the black candles of damnation
The wind desisted from blowing and birds became silence

The last black warriors rose
The rest of the creatures damned by winter

And the white glare against them,
Holding the white sword over his head
See, the strength in arms and power in eyes
Are guarantee of freedom

The orders and swords´ tinkling are heard,
The white glare against the curse -
There are dead bodies all around and sighs of killed souls
Where these ways end, where they take us in time?

The flames burn on the battlefield,
The sky is clearing up over the white glare
This is the great victory of the King Eltheas,
The death for winter and it's face