At the end we will stand as one!
Even if the daylight dies
Our horde marches on and on
If we should fall down to the ground
We'll rise again and never give up!
But for some it's all too much
This honorable battle and bloodshed
They feel like a swarm of craven rats
Leaving their brothers to a certain death
The last furious men They didn't fear death or pain
They held up their swords and shields
As winners they stood on the battlefield
Run away, you cowards, we turn our backs on you,
The shame that now stains your name will only brighten our glory
Those who fight till their last breath and fall with honour
Their names and deeds shall live forever
Never to be forgotten
No axe stayed in your weak hand
No shield protected you from the blows of enemies
Get out of our sight
The war has no need for traitors