The last battle awaits over the ridge through the valley
birds for a message over the village
Gather here who stand strong of menfolk in speech
May the last man take the banner down from the sky
Honor men who spilled his blood and never turned back
Wandering across fields over ridge
Tramped over corpses stained the sky with his hatred
Wicked man from afar shall perish
Brothers blood has stained their hands their soul
remembers the battles in the distant land
evil rests heavy in earth as stars are kept shining
burns to warm life in death
The moon follows silent steps over man and woman , children
in young bodies the zeal burns great
A last speech for fathers' comfort heard bards rhyme and song
Never fail strength in hand, our brother
When fear is buried and our strength found advice
By the fields above the ridge heroes stand
Still the wind whips, cuts into shield when cold bites steel
the cries shall ring tongue go forward
When brothers fall badly and see their brother's life in earth
is it hard to turn your back, let go
When the shouts turn to whispers the memory of them lives on
brave our brothers to the last battle