The Last Battle Of The Fifth

White fog fills canyons and dales
Dark banners fly in the wind
The cradle trembles, a thundering horn
The last battle of the Fifths begins
So stand against the enemy
A hundred of vraccas´ bravest souls.

Swords meets shield and axes split skulls
Dark hate from black eyes meets pride and stony defiance
But fear grips the defender´s hearts, be it pure and noble
Almost endless is the enemies´host and of the brave so few
So very few.

Lightning licks the nightmare´s bands
Nervously shivers the air
Darkness rises at the horizon to call the dead
Gnashing break the bars
Treason behind own lines
Desperately the last of them fight
Sealing their fate.

They are born from ore, their
Hands craft steel and stone
The divine smith gifted them with his arts.

I am the night wind and the sleep
That coats all of your life
The restlessness of the reaper
That shatter your mind
Your death´s name is.

Sinthoras enters the land and
Dwarves deaths bear his name
Now the stony gateway is opened
For inaste´s sons
This is a turn of eras for elves
Dwarfs and men
The rise of darkness levels the
Ground for new legends.

Borgengar, Master Smith
Berion, lord of stone
Goimdil cut the gems
Giselbart fits them in gold!
Lorimbur sows the discord.