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