Grush

The call to arms has been done
We have been collected in the great vast plane
In honor and pride, from clans and families
Blood will flow, lot of blood
The crows will feast on dead young corpses
The harvest time has come
Wake up prouds Lombards
Lances will be broken
Shield will be shattered
A day of swords and broken bones
For the dawn of a nes sun
For the twilight of the Gods
That gave us strenght and name
This land will be our
Our horses will conquer it
Ride through the plane proud knights
Smash the enemy as a storm
For the destrucion and the end of their world.
Death!
Ready to die we run on our enemies
They fall and leave the field terrorized by our lances
Hundred fall in a sea of blood and guts
Victory is our!
Covered of blood of our enemies
We hail our ancestors
Now my face is covered of coagulated blood
Grush we call it
And it's the sign of our victory and might!