I live, in a world pervaded with envy
 No honour, no courage
 The table is turned, the weak overpower the strong
 The Valor of men
 Is now measured by wealth
 Shame…
 If I close my eyes I can dream of a land
 Where the life got a sense
 Maybe Harder but worth to be lived
 Where the heart of a warrior can feel at home
 Fresh breeze caressing my soul
 Feeling alive for the kiss of the sun
 Revel the fury of a fight, the challenge of hunt, the glory of war
 The chains of society repress every instinct and inner strenght
 Rage…
 I’m tired to feel out of place, Surrounded by cowards and worms
 Exiled, insulted
 This world is rotting in the muck of civility weakness and ease
 It’s a world with no heroes a world with no kings
 Nothing around me makes sense
 Everything seems so wrong
 If I close my eyes I can dream of a land
 Where the life got a sense
 Maybe Harder but worth to be lived
 Where the heart of a warrior can feel at home
 I won’t surrender to this [bad word]  If I close my eyes I can dream of a land
 Where the life got a sense
 Maybe Harder but worth to be lived
 Where the heart of a warrior can feel at home
 In this empty world there is no glory in victory
 Valkyries [bad word] down again
 Weapons of today despise every ability
 Every scoundrel can call himself brave
 I won’t surrender to this [bad word]  My heart is the last shadow of an old and ancient world
 Tied to [bad word] of what I feel mine
 Scorn