Twilight is creeping into the valleyDrums are beating like BloodSword, Bow, Axe and SpearOn the altar on the CliffWine in the skull of the enemyAnd the Sword in the Shaman’s handThere is a White Horse for the SkyAnd a Black Bull for the EarthSword is striking!The Sky calm downSword is striking!The Earth calm downIt is Thundering and LightningAnd the Rain is mixing with the White Horse’s BloodThe Earth is quakeing and the Mountains are roaringAnd the Ground is drinking in the Black Bull’s bloodLátom a NapotÃgy a Magok elvetettnek újraMár senkinek sincs hatalma felettünkNálunk a Csontok, Lelkeknek õrzõiKutyáink gyomra testük temetõiWe are standing around the altarAnd our blood is running in a skullWe are drinking and feelingThe power of the enemies SoulWe are standing around the altarAnd our blood is running in a skullWe are one with themThe power of the Souls is in our blood!