I take a look around,

The blood of our men has painted the ground

There are corpses lying everywhere

Some try to pray, some cry in despair

As our enemy cuts its way through our lines

Desperate thoughts take over our minds

Is this to be the end of our days?



The overwhelming enemy

Rides our front lines down

With hate in their faces, with hate in their sound

Houndreds of men lying wounded on the ground

No one can help them,

To their destiny they're bound



I think of my family, I think of my home
 [bad word] by a fearful tone:

"We're practically dead, they'll slaughter us all!"

Through a cloud of dust I see our right wing fall



This cursed war will swallow us all

What will happen to our loved-ones,

The ones we're fighting for?

I will not stand and watch this army fall

We will fight back, hear us roar



Pull our lines together

Our fury is greater than the worst stormy weather

I grasp the sword in my hand, this is for my brothers,

This is for my land

With blood on my face to battle I ride

With dust in my eyes, with faith in my heart

Until death do us part



From the skies a man came down to earth

He lead our way and rode first

How dark the night may seem

new day always heals



I stroll across the field, the morning has broken,

Our victory's been sealed

The hooves have plowed the ground to mud,

Familiar faces in ponds of blood

snowflake lands on my face,

Melts [bad word] away