On The Battlefield again:

You see the cruelty of your warriors
You smell the scent of scrambled meat.

Fate Of Suffering ... you live its power,
It´s crushed your army, one dies for another.
Fate Of Suffering ... you cannot change it
Retreat with a big blame. (Sultan)

I hate evil, in my land.
You did evil, (injustice) barely you will stand.

The Turkish Troops are away,
They won´t come back so soon.
The Impaler´s army awaits help,
But the Christians captured a Count. (Poet´s - Hungarian Empire)

You see that this time the enemy is mightier,
You feel, that this Battle is foremost lost.

Fate Of Suffering ... you live its power,
Attacked by your own hope.
Fate Of Suffering ... you cannot change it
Catched and for a long time prisoned. (Count Impaler)

I have evil, in my land.
You did evil, (injustice) barely you will stand.

I have evil, in my land.
You did evil, (injustice) barely you will stand.
I await help, but I was DAMNED.
The hope died, I´m forever lost.