Final Encounter - Temnein

The last body lays on the ground

Holes in the shape, crows on the flesh

The Blood stinks spitting out of the wound

After the final thresh

The ornaments tapered by our blades

Fallen to Earth, laurels and crowns

Decorations only exist

In the soul of the warriors

Facing the dust after our

Final Encounter

We’ll never meet again

Except if you go to hell

In this case prepare yourself

I’ll tie you on a shelf

My friends, my peers prepare the graves

Drinking some wine, singing glory

Again we were stronger than them

The rain runs off, restores me

A last stir whose the instinct

Isolated me after all

In the heart only one feeling

In the head only one star

Glittering in the skies after our

Final Encounter

We’ll never meet again

Except if you go to hell

In this case prepare yourself

I’ll tie you on a shelf

My calm is short, despite the silence,

I loose the responsibility

Pass the hills, my sword unsheathed

And pierces the walls again

The blood flows

On the velvet after our

Final Encounter

We’ll never meet again

Except if you go to hell

In this case prepare yourself

I’ll tie you on a shelf

We’ll never meet again

We’ll never meet again