Thunders and lightning all over the land

The sword is tightly held in the hand

The sight grew dim, the fog is strong

So far away sounds a horn



Chill and mud into the surcoat

It's just the fear that you still scorn

Come on my braves, we'll write history

What's fundamental is victory



Cuttin' blow gives me so much honor

Hundred times my sword brings the death

Deep in the wounds, I push the steel

I gaze the ground, the warriors I kill



Using the blood of the enemy killed

We'll get stronger each death we bring

Come on my blade give me what I need

The rage is on



Warriors and knights they're still fighting

Villages in flames and women that cry

Can you hear the stroke of the bell?

Listen with care it is an omen of knell