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...