Mountains engulfed by darkness Campfires blazing in the night Ten thousand warriors gathered The fires their only light Now let the sacrificial blood flow To appease the war gods A great battle is at hand We must fight against the odds The enemy awaits us Ahead lies victory or death Steel cuts through flesh Breathe your last breath Blood flows everywhere The woods are turning red Spears fly and hammers clash My sword severs your head Force of life and omen of death Blood colours my sword red We find glory on this battlefield Where so many fought and bled Once every man must die If not by the spear by old age Worthy are only honour and pride So on the battlefield I rage