|
No mercy in my heart |
|
I was born for war, not for love |
|
Rage and voices of my dying enemies |
|
Fill my soul and my heart |
|
War craft is my life |
|
Stern school of life taught me how to fight |
|
Instinct told me what to do |
|
Always watchful, always ready |
|
Conscious of bonds of blood |
|
I am waiting for another battle...when |
|
Wotan summons me |
|
Rage is my guide, hatred my consolation |
|
When I have to choose, |
|
I always choose a sword |
|
When death and life becomes the |
|
One Creed of sword must be cruel and unforgiving |
|
In dance with death |
|
I delight in cries of the defeated |
|
Staining in blood of the enemy |
|
I become herald of cruelty |
|
In bluster of clashing steel |
|
I hear my breath |
|
In the eyes full of fear |
|
I see reflection of my face |
|
Sword is my thought, my voice and my will |
|
No mercy in my heart |
|
Fires of hatred burned it |
|
Bloody streams mark my way |
|
Blood shed in a battle mixes with the soil |
|
Before wild beast come |
|
And mangle dead corpses |
|
I will bury my brothers who died |
|
No room for peace in my heart |
|
I will bear my burden |
|
Where Gods wage the battles i will look for soothe in cruelty of war |
|
And in taste of blood |
|
Before rain cleans my wounds |
|
From harden blood and ashes |
|
I will raise my sword |
|
And go where my brothers |
|
Are fighting to their last breath |
|
Hymns of war will fill the empty space |
|
Sound of drums will break the sky |
|
Clashed in deadly hag |
|
We will cry our names to the |
|
Eternity The dead will find their place in |
|
Valhalla And on lands where they waged their battles |
|
Following the voice of blood |
|
The way of our ancestors |
|
Memory of them will live forever |
