The Holy Battle Of Vorneas – Dagorlad – letras

It was a glorious dayAn army of dead men walkingThousands of themWearing helmetsAnd coats of mailHolding weapons,Swords, axes,Clubs, bow and arrow.Heading to the Hill of AgonyTo destroy the center of evil.And all those, protecting it,On the plane of Vorneas.Facing eachotherThe sons and the monsters of Zul’DahrAgainst a horde of skeletons.Fragile silhouettes of boneDetermined to go on till the end.The black warriors with the purple eagleHeavy, by their armor and weaponsWere slowed down by the mud.It was raining, heavily,Like it had never did before.Stuck in the mud, they were an easy preyFor the light-weighting skeletonsWhich were fast and agile.In the middle of the battlefield,A lot of spoiled blood.And the smell, of burned out fleshOf the men stroke by the lightningGuided by the handOf the tall man from the wood.The ground was shaking,The nature let feel her anger,The planet-goddess was determinedTo erase this strongholdSource of sorrow,From the surface of the planet.The castle is collapsing!For the first timeThe Black WarriorsWith fear in their eyesTried to escape from this place.They got outnumbered,Their end was close.The last survivor of this carnage.The evil Emperor, full of anger,Full of hate..Facing Mallek, the man of the wood.Resolved to put an endTo the reign of tyranny.They were watching each other.Waiting, for the first one to attack.The mighty sword,Versus the huge double ax.At the same momentBoth launched the attack,The sword running throughThe heart of Mallek,The double ax,Through his cuirass of Zul’Dahr,Ripping this trunkIn two halves.And they fell both dead,Next to each other.At this momentThe magic was over.It ceased rainingThe earth calmed down.The remaining skeletons turned to ashes,Blown away, by a gentle breeze.