On The Cliff

Twilight is creeping into the valley
Drums are beating like Blood
Sword, Bow, Axe and Spear
On the altar on the Cliff

Wine in the skull of the enemy
And the Sword in the Shaman's hand
There is a White Horse for the Sky
And a Black Bull for the Earth

Sword is striking!
The Sky calm down
Sword is striking!
The Earth calm down

It is Thundering and Lightning
And the Rain is mixing with the White Horse's Blood
The Earth is quakeing and the Mountains are roaring
And the Ground is drinking in the Black Bull's blood

Látom a Napot
Így a Magok elvetettnek újra
Már senkinek sincs hatalma felettünk
Nálunk a Csontok, Lelkeknek õrzõi
Kutyáink gyomra testük temetõi

We are standing around the altar
And our blood is running in a skull
We are drinking and feeling
The power of the enemies Soul

We are standing around the altar
And our blood is running in a skull
We are one with them
The power of the Souls is in our blood!