The Bewitching Horns Lyrics

Through fields and mountains
The royal procession dominates
Preceded by thousands of armors
Filled with fear and hope
The army is bewitched by
The sound of the horns

Across the plains under the rain
The horns sound
Thousands of soldiers prepare for
The battleground

The shock of swords is mingling with tortured cries
The two armies confront each other under a deluge of rain and blood
Nourishing the earth with a reddish beverage
The dead joining their fallen ancestors

The Royal army won a new battle
Imposing an age of factitious peace
But the nearby mountains are whispering
New plots prepare
Engraving the history of the kingdom with a mortal seal