Outnumbered hundred times
 betrayed by the filthy gods
 You die faster than you thought,

 Outnumbered hundred times
 betrayed by the filthy gods
 burn in fire of demise

 His sword cuts you like an air
 slaking last light of hope
 flavour of blood in your mouth
 you taste bitterness of death

 [bad word] 
 They set fire on our corpses
 inhale burning fat and skin
 We [bad word] to past
 last warriors of forgotten king

 Throat filled with blood of dead
 pure bones laying on the field
 your friends eaten by grim wolves
 You crawl slowly into [bad word] 

 We fight with them like a beasts
 but they where beasts themselves
 I put my sword into the air 
 I scream their [bad word] names

 They set fire on our corpses
 inhale burning fat and skin
 We [bad word] to past
 last warriors of forgotten king