Warrior, hold tightly the glass that you put on the sword, because your friends are already pouring wine there, as much as you have shed blood..
The skald on the harp will compose poems about the victory that you got, and an eternal feast awaits the dead and no one should grieve..
The Valkyrie will quench your thirst, which is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen from the beautiful slaves that you so fiercely freed..
The North is the homeland of your ancestors, Islam will overcome the south, just remember your name, that God himself called you to battle..
You can hear the drums beating and the lute trill setting the rhythm of the battle, don't be late, be stronger and come back with a victory as soon as possible.
Ruevit will be very happy to see her!
May the North and the South prevail
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