5000 At the Funeral - Gorod

O dear traitors, come confidently

I wish you to come by the thousand

Gallons of mead shall be prepared in the city where the King was killed

Let us cry on his grave and have a ceremony for him

It’s in sign of peace I invite you all to a great banquet I promise that there

will be more than enough to eat and drink

You may taste many beverages that even the gods could never dream of

But I cannot give my hand while I am in mourning

It is time to get to know each other, now!

Let’s found a new and stronger kingdom together

Unveil all your secrets

We know how to subjugate

O dear traitors!

Only a blood bath can wash you of your sins

You will swallow the bitter flood of your own death

Now you shall face the raging river of our merciless vengeance

You’re invited to the funeral that will soon be yours

Panic!

Laughter!

You’ll be howling with pain

When the wine in your mouth turns into blood

Under the sharp daggers of my soldiers

Only your pain will wash your sins

You will know the punishment of the luxurious soon

Dark blood will feed the earth

Now you shall face the raging river of our merciless vengeance

You’re invited to the funeral that will soon be yours