À la Mortaille ! [English translation]

I

Death is riding through the country ,

Randomly hitting heroes , exiles .

Run away ennemies , otherwise you will die ,

We , in front of it , haven't got any regret .

{ Chorus }

Death wandering on our paths

II

Trembling in front of you are cowards & impure ones ,

Because they will soon become your food .

We will attack them without fearing you , ow Death ,

Because you are our friend & we will still beat .

III

Death reaping , shaving & laying waste ,

Decimating our rows , hitting survivors .

But when night comes , we will sing it

Without any rancour , because it's an old companion .

IV

One day you will finally take us away

By your side , we will be proud to leave .

Gods of fights will welcome us ,

Then we will feast & eat ,

In your honnor ,

Ow death that used to wander on our paths .

• Artist:Peste Noire
• Album:Ballade cuntre lo Anemi francor