A Essência Dos Filhos Do Sul

The Essence of the Sons of the South
Born in the heart of the black forest of the South
Among the shadowed beasts and fear itself
Nefarious beings, messengers of death
Who call for the end of the Northern realms
Let us drink the blood of the infamous warrior
And celebrate the death of the son of the North

Mounted on their horses, across hills and heights
Through mists of despair and eerie fogs
Hunting for triumph: The victory of their kingdom
To see the Moon shine upon the raven's blood
Let us praise our land as we praise the Moon
Sing hymns to the earth as we sing tales of war

Let us drink the blood of the infamous warrior
And celebrate the death of the son of the North

In their pouches, provisions for battle
In their hearts, love for their village
Wielding the sword that will slay their foes—
In their minds, one certainty: The raven will perish

On the vivid grass, a stealthy wolf—
Prey of the day and predator of the night
Devours the carcass of the infamous warrior
With a voracious hunger—tearing it as a scythe

Let us drink the blood of the infamous warrior
And celebrate the death of the son of the North

Let us praise our land as we praise the Moon
Sing hymns to the earth as we sing tales of war
Let us drink the blood of the infamous warrior
And celebrate the death of the son of the North