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Eh, the halts between the battle,

And going to friends,

We eat enemies on the field

Powering Tafos there (1),

We are uneven bastards

We are mercenaries from darkness,

We are ready to eat each other

And chew the enemies of the bridle.

We are not afraid we dash

After all, we are not quite people

To sake and die,

We will not succeed all.

But there is no mention of suffering

We are satisfied with the life of all,

There would be more tastier people

There would be fewer problems.

Exorcists, your jokes,

Do not drive our evil.

We will eat you in a moment

And continue the craft.

We kill by order

Ancient, new, all gods,

Better you give up right away

Or hide from us in a moat (2).

We just don't insult like that

And do not kill in vain

Only those who were asked

Eat how much in vain.

Human meat,

We don't like it at all

But you have to eat something,

To live without problems.

We all think about the eternal

We are all waiting for the end of the worlds

So that everything is of course,

So that we have an end ready.

We changed and clung,

We became people

Learned anger and envy,

Suppress even us.

We became just like people

We imitate people

Look around! Suddenly one of ours,

Imitant of your friends?

(1) -dr.-Greek.- τάφος-grave, in this case, the incorporated fallen warriors are meant

(2) -time the rule is that the enemy who hung on the ground (or to the hole), unarmed and surrendered to the enemy, is inviolable and is not subject to any oppression.