Down the vast hills in morning mist cold Down the vast hills in morning mist cold Desça as vastas colinas colinas na névoas fria da manhã Into the peaceful deep valley below Into the peaceful deep valley below Denttro das calmas profundezas do vale abaixo Twothousand stallions foaming with hate Twothousand stallions foaming with hate Dois mil garanhões espumam com ódio Carrying their masters towards their fate Carrying their masters towards their fate Carregam seus mestres para seus destinos Into the battle they ride Into the battle they ride Para a batalha eles cavalgam Twothousand men too young to die Twothousand men too young to die Dois mil homen muito jovens para morrer Massacre... Massacre... Massacre... Coming from each side prepared for attack Coming from each side prepared for attack Vindo de cada canto preparado para o ataque Covered in dustclouds now there is no turning back Covered in dustclouds now there is no turning back Cobertos nas nuvens de poeira, agora não tem como voltar atrás Once so peaceful valley echoes with cries Once so peaceful valley echoes with cries Uma vez que o vale tão calmo ecoa com choros Cascades of blood and brains as the midday sun rise Cascades of blood and brains as the midday sun rise As cascatas do sangue e dos cérebros como o sol do meio-dia levantam-se Under a bloodred sky Under a bloodred sky Sob um céu ensangüentado None will live to face the night None will live to face the night Nada vai viver apar ver a noite Massacre... Massacre... Massacre... Amidst the scattered limbs dead bodies finally comes to peace Amidst the scattered limbs dead bodies finally comes to peace Entre os membros dispersados os corpos vêm finalmente à paz While the stench of blood grows strong in the mild midday breeze While the stench of blood grows strong in the mild midday breeze Quando o fedor do sangue cresce forte na brisa suave do meio-dia Circling the sky the vultures wait to play their part Circling the sky the vultures wait to play their part Circundando o céu os abutres esperam para fazer sua parte To descend of wings of death and feast from human hearts To descend of wings of death and feast from human hearts Para descer das asas da morte e baquetear-se dos corações humanos The battle is lost still someone always wins The battle is lost still someone always wins A Batalha está perdida e ainda alguém sempre ganha And now they descend on death's black wings And now they descend on death's black wings A agora eles descendem das asas negras da morte Massacre... Massacre... Massacre..