The descendants were strong and powerful 
They had the spirit to fight 
They put mud on their long hair 
Painted their faces and prepared their weapons 
To straighten themselves before combat 

Ready to fight, they walked in the night 
Through the mountains, woods and caves 

In the moonlight -- frozen land 
That's creating the mystic view 
Fear on men's faces made them sinister 

At dawn, when they reached the battlefield 
Nobody talked 
Everyone was silent and waited for slaughter 

... Then came the agony and pain...