911 - As The War Raged - Thalarion

There are bonfires on the high hills of the Tatras

There are desires for war on the hills of the Fatras

There are choes of the loud roaring war cries

There are the men of steel standing almost under the skies

Up the hills the warriors slowly march

They are shielded with the thick larch

They are as one in body and brain

They don’t feel any fatigue and pain

The pitiless battle is raging the whole night

And masses of men are dying in this tiresome fight

Above the battlefield the moon is shining bright

And the stodorans are giving an abysmal fright

911 — At the close of the year

Bravery and power of stodoran’s tribe appear

Absolute triumph of the stodorans is very near

And numerous bonfires of victory are blazing clear

The battle is over, all the ground is soaked in gore

20 000 men were killed in the war

The ugrians suffered a crushing defeat

And the stodorans performed a great feat