Krigere Wolf -

Preparing for battle I fill my spirit with rage of survival My sword isn't sated of blood The horns echoes surronds me We are one we are ready to kill My fury will not be stopped by fleeing arrows I stab Ancient words of death are spelled And in these fields of death I starve myself for keep my spirit alive in battle In this hell of blood and sweat my body Fight against these hordes of enemies And I beat my flesh towards countless of them takin their life away, endlessly. Decapitating my foes, fear within my enemies running away My eyes kill, my sight is blood shed Blood upon my eyes No one stands in front of me In the death field Arrows pierces my flesh My blood spills My wounds open No sight of life exept me My brothers are dead in the battlefields Arrows pierces my flesh My blood spills Everyone I see I kill Death, there my faith In battle shall be signed.