Mountains engulfed by darkness
Campfires blazing in the night
Ten thousand warriors gathered
The fires their only
light
Now let the sacrificial blood flow
To appease the war gods
A great battle is at hand
We must fight against the
odds
The enemy awaits us
Ahead lies victory or death
Steel cuts through flesh
Breathe your last breath
Blood flows
everywhere
The woods are turning red
Spears fly and hammers clash
My sword severs your head
Force of life and omen of
death
Blood colours my sword red
We find glory on this battlefield
Where so many fought and bled
Once every man must die
If
not by the spear by old age
Worthy are only honour and pride
So on the battlefield I rage