Sworn Revenge

My thoughts are dark they speak of deep anger among the tombstones,

I walk. The remains of my people is entombed here.

There's no one left - but me.

I have sworn by my own blood that this undoing will be revenged by my fathers sword.

I will speak to the god of war and my hail shall be heard

I will hunt these weak infidels.

My people's souls must be given their rest, they must be given their rest,

I will hunt!

Through sorrow and hatred

I will gather my strength never shall

I rest, until my dying day

I will hunt!