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I will sing for you, strife torn island
About Warriors Heather , that foreigners sought
Bloody virus for land dolmens mossy ,
That sacred groves network of roots hugging .
And as hatred in our hearts burns and died out
Ash ... ash Hyukasla Hyukasla !
Hyukasla ashes ...

We walked like an ocean wave that will not keep and rocks
We walked everywhere and rumor our step resounded
We went because we remembered the word that gave the Scots ,
Not our fault that the traitor among them find ...

But in the hill country have not forgotten how to hold a weapon,
And we could only burn a nest of prey flocks .
Come on, pagan, their bow tighter ,
Kohl courage to go beyond the walls you're missing !

Screams of women and wounded groan and curse warriors
That died on the walls and stood in the gate of the wall .
And the city was burning , but foreigners could adequately
Look into the eyes Morrigan that they shone through the flames .
A reward lying in a pool of boiling oil
Was only ash ... ash Hyukasla Hyukasla !
Ashes Hyukasla ...

And though the years have passed since the fiery rage of grief,
Smoke cleared , was the face of the sun is still bright ,
Uoforvik trembled , Winchester did not know the rest ,
They Saw ruins and black swirling ash .
And then on the corpses of fighters had settled not in vain
Hyukasla ash ... ash Hyukasla !
Hyukasla ash ... ash Hyukasla !
Ashes ! ..