Şarkı sözleri : Adorned Brood. Hiltia. Furor Teutonicus.

The moon
lets proudly glisten the warpaint
and spikes
the knights
they stand
over there
watching in the dark
are fearless
while they think
That could be
the last beautiful night.

Be willing to die and to kill
the swords, axes and shields
are shining dreadful in the moonlight
then they raise their fists and scream
their warcry