Encountering The Underworld (Folkodia)

Sky draped by a gloomy veil, Unusal illusive peace, Nature seems to hold its breath At the hands of this imminent threat Going through mountains and forests The watchman patrol saw the enemy's squads Our soldiers saddled up the horses Only the victorious will get back home The encounter can't be avoided Tension is at is height Weapons are all set to spread the blood The air is freezing cold The wind is carrying a fetid scent of fear Inhuman figures appears from the woods Nightmarish sight from the underworld Running wild demonic creatures pouncing on us! Going through mountains and forests The watchman patrol saw the enemy's squads Our soldiers saddled up the horses Only the victorious will get back home