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Rugged rocks rise high, the dark forest stands still,
The evening mists descend
White swaths billow through the jagged rock massif,
Everything is desolate terrible as a grave
The Christian people ride fearfully down the path to the strong castle,
They seek protection from their Christian God
An oak grove was burned down, so their day's work is well done,
Now fear They take revenge on the pagans... Death!!!
And now the night becomes dark, the steel waits firmly in every hand,
The storm breaks out with a loud clap of thunder
The Christians brace themselves vanished, a wild battle now begins
And no one shall see the next day any more
The fog muffles the noise of battle, the night envelops it kindly
The Sight of the slain and the blood
The Christians have now paid the price and the wind whispers quietly
... Of the slaughter in the rocky gorge
The Christians have now paid the price and quietly whispers the wind
... Of the slaughter in the rocky gorge