For Those Who Died With Sword in Hand

I look to my land

This one, the last time should be

A desperate deed

I will mix my blood with sand

The steel now is in me

This cold blade that gives me death

And all that I see is the blood from my wounds

Blinding me

The death I will have should grant me the glory I sought for

My breed shall proclaim how glorious was their elder one

The death I will have should grant me the glory I sought for

My breed shall proclaim how glorious was their elder one

This is my end

I proudly mix my blood with sand

No! Do not grieve for those who died with sword in hand

I look to my land this one,

The last time should be

A desperate deed

I will mix my blood with sand

My battle ends here

Every one witnessed I had no fear

With honour I fought

Don't cry for those who died this way

The death I will have should grant me the glory I sought for

My breed shall proclaim how glorious was their elder one

The death I will have should grant me the glory I sought for

My breed shall proclaim how glorious was their elder one

This is my end

I proudly mix my blood with sand

No! Do not grieve for those who died with sword in hand

Solo

This is my end

I proudly mix my blood with sand

No! Do not grieve for those who died with sword in hand

This is my end

I proudly mix my blood with sand

No! Do not grieve for those who died with sword in hand