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The lords of the passes are arming their vassals
The leaders controlling the passes are preparing their military servants
You'll find no shelter that way
There is no refuge in that direction
The conscripts they've taken have never returned
Those forcibly enlisted have not come back
And our hopes fade with each passing day
Our optimism diminishes as time goes by
The gates of the keeps are all closing
The entrances to the fortresses are all being shut
And broken men wander the road
Wandering individuals with shattered lives traverse the road
The farmers have fled to the forests
Farmers have abandoned their homes for the safety of the forests
Burning their fields as they go
They set their fields ablaze as they depart
The dukes of the marches have ordered their archers
The leaders in charge of border regions have instructed their marksmen
To shoot all outlanders on sight
To shoot any foreigners on sight
Turn back your horses before it's too late
Turn your horses around before it becomes too late
There'll be no safe crossing this night
There will be no safe passage this night
Hear the horns, pounding hooves
Listen to the horns and the sound of hooves pounding
Visions of cities aflame
Imagery of cities in flames
Wailing cries, dawn of doom
Cries of distress, the beginning of a catastrophic event
Die by the sword or in chains
Face death by the sword or in captivity
Men kneel in temples of madness
Men bow in places of irrationality and insanity
False prophets spread discord and fear
Deceptive leaders promote chaos and instill fear
Darkness descends once again
Darkness falls once more
They say the lords of the last days rule here
It is said that the rulers of the final days govern in this place
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