À la Mortaille ! [English translation]
À la Mortaille ! [English translation]
I
Death is riding through the country ,
Randomly hitting heroes , exiles .
Run away ennemies , otherwise you will die ,
We , in front of it , haven't got any regret .
{ Chorus }
Death wandering on our paths
II
Trembling in front of you are cowards & impure ones ,
Because they will soon become your food .
We will attack them without fearing you , ow Death ,
Because you are our friend & we will still beat .
III
Death reaping , shaving & laying waste ,
Decimating our rows , hitting survivors .
But when night comes , we will sing it
Without any rancour , because it's an old companion .
IV
One day you will finally take us away
By your side , we will be proud to leave .
Gods of fights will welcome us ,
Then we will feast & eat ,
In your honnor ,
Ow death that used to wander on our paths .
- Artist:Peste Noire
- Album:Ballade cuntre lo Anemi francor