Cry my love for I shall not return.

Into battle I must leave and death awaits me there.

As a hero not a coward I want my name to stand.

The cross has robed our life - At least I will now die standing.

I refuse and deny a human coward to be my rightful god.

Was it not time and wisdom that shaped me to be a man.

So if my life must now end, I am ready to leave this world.

We are few but they are thousands.

Should I not return back home, my blade I leave to my beloved son.

Eye to eye, heart by heart -  At the break of the dawn

the last and only battle will be fought.

Men of war, mages and our ancestors,

all as one will fight until the sun returns.