The Warriors Of The Ancient Battle Of Zuljin – Dagorlad – letras

There he was,The man from the woodAt the border of the plain of Vorneas,In front, over a distance, the Hill of Agony,With around, the legions of death,The sons of Zul’Dahr and the monstersComing from the depths of earth.In this barren landThe nature was not at his side.As they were so many,He needed an immense, fearless army.Alean spoke to him,A voice in his head,In the Valley of Zuljin,Use the Power of Water,Use the Power of Earth.Ancient chroniclesLong time agoThousands of soldiers died,Faithful to their lords,In a senseless battleThe Battle of Zuljin.On the top of the hillInvocation of powersDark clouds packed over his head.Soon, rain and thunder came,The ground in the valley,Turned very fast into mud.It was a frightening view,When by the Power of Earth,The soldiers, buried by dustGot back to life.Got back to life.Skeletons, thousands of them,Holding half corroded weapons,Rider, on riding-animals of bone,Rose up from the mud.All of them, given a second chanceTo fight, and die again,This time in a significant battleSo afterwards, they could restIn peace, for eternity.They knew their mission,And headed to the Hill of Agony,And passing by, saluted by noddingTheir new lord, Mallek,The man from the wood,Instrument of their mother,Alean, the planet goddess.The strong man, the ax in his hands,Feeling the powers so strongJoined them, and leaded his armyTo gain the final victory.And the rain, the thunderDidn’t stopTill the end…