Gilva Mille et Virginum

Warriors blood on spears
And their mothers cry
Waiting for the message
The ravens speak their names
They have not forgotten the faces
The blood of those virgins on their spears

Beheaded like gazelles by wolves
The torment of a thousand and one virgins
In the wolf's mouth

Ravens and wolves dance
Virgins cook dinner
Warriors eat the carcasses of their enemies
The song of the forest dwells around, murmurs and anguish, overlapping the air
The hunt will begin