I take a look around, 

the blood of our men has painted the ground 

There are corpses lying everywhere 

Some try to pray, some cry in despair 

As our enemy cuts its way through our lines 

Desperate thoughts take over our minds 

Is this to be the end of our days? 



The overwhelming enemy 

rides our front lines down 

With hate in their faces, with hate in their sound 

Houndreds of men lying wounded on the ground 

No one can help them, 

to their destiny they're bound 



I think of my family, I think of my home 

Interrupted by a fearful tone: 

"We're practically dead, they'll slaughter us all!" 

Through a cloud of dust I see our right wing fall 



This cursed war will swallow us all 

What will happen to our loved-ones, 

the ones we're fighting for? 

I will not stand and watch this army fall 

We will fight back, hear us roar 



Pull our lines together 

Our fury is greater than the worst stormy weather 

I grasp the sword in my hand, this is for my brothers, 

this is for my land 

With blood on my face to battle I ride 

With dust in my eyes, with faith in my heart 

Until death do us part 



From the skies a man came down to earth 

He lead our way and rode first 

How dark the night may seem 

A new day always heals 



I stroll across the field, the morning has broken, 

our victory's been sealed 

The hooves have plowed the ground to mud, 

familiar faces in ponds of blood 

A snowflake lands on my face, 

melts and runs away 

The sun rose red that day