Thunders and lightning all over the land
The sword is tightly held in the hand
The sight grew dim, the fog is strong
So far away sounds a horn
Chill and mud into the surcoat
It`s just the fear that you still scorn
Come on my braves, we`ll write history
What`s fundamental is victory
Cuttin` blow gives me so much honor
Hundred times my sword brings the death
Deep in the wounds, I push the steel
I gaze the ground, the warriors I kill
Using the blood of the enemy killed
We`ll get stronger each death we bring
Come on my blade give me what I need
The rage is on
Warriors and knights they`re still fighting
Villages in flames and women that cry
Can you hear the stroke of the bell?
Listen with care it is an omen of knell