Letra da Música Thyrsos, The Stick Of Mainades de Thiasos Dionysos

With the northern wind we ride,
to figth against the enemy side.
The holy land we're searching for,
has a mighty object in its core.
Take your axes, speers and swords,
we fight us through the hostile hordes!
Brave warriors, are strong and stand!
We'll won't fall by the enemies hand!

The power is calling,
how it was with the Mainades once too!
The enemies are falling,
and the prophecy becomes true.

Slay them all together with bloody mind.
Oden steers our swords and the enemy falls behind.
The stick of Mainades we are going to reach!
All for the hidden land! Break through the siege!

Fight for honor, glory, follow me into death.
We starting a dangerous trip on an endless path.
Take your speers together! Close the ranks!
We'll find the hidden land,
to take the stick to our hand.

Blow in the horn of fate!
The stick is our strongest blade.
From Dionysos it once was sent,
it gives us strength for the final end!
With ivy it is surrounded,
with foliage of wine it is bounded.
It combines male and female power,
the holy craft of the final hour.

With Thyrsos we are led,
from the god of wine to make them dead...
all those wich comes us in the way,
will find the end and have to pay!
Brave warriors be further strong,
to valhall we once will come.
The crusade will now start,
we are the suite the god's part!