Our faces and arms are under strong armour,
And our hearts are covered with mail,
The warrior of honour calls us to follow
In a campaign of bloodsheds without an end...
Our horses are fast like a wind of vast plains,
Steel of sword longs for blood warmth,
Eternal battle flame limelights our path,
And it's clear even late at night.

Swords' steel is a mate of faith,
And our armour'll withdraw our fear
,cos everyone you can see, round
Will be turned into ashes!

Lifeless steel's warmth is our souls' fire,
Death is quiet as a wall shadow;
The warrior of honour is our god
,midst eternity's paths living
in an endless battle.
But one day faithful bladewill be a burden
And this old warrior will retire
He will makeis way to the sunset sea-
He'll be going home...

All the living for light
is going to plunge into dark.
Let's our foe'll find his rest
Deeply under the ground!

The flesh is turn by boiling blood to pieces
Adoring aching pain;
You are filled fully of mute rage
Being proud of yourself!... Being proud!

It's time to make a sacrifice-
Let blood-red rivers flow again;
Our paths sown with harm and
our path in fire lies...