For Those Who Died With Sword in Hand - Doomsword

I look to my land this one

The last time should be a desperate deed

I will mire my blood with sand

The steel is now in me this cold blade

That gives me death

And all I see is the blood

From my wounds

Blinding me

The death which I will have

Should grant me the glory I sought

For my breed shall proclaim

How glorious was their elder one

This is my end

I proudly mix my blood with sand…

No!

Do not crave for those

Who died with sword in hand

I look to my land this one

The last time should be a desperatate deed

I will mix my blood with sand

My battle ends here

Every one witnessed I had no fear

With honour I fought

Don’t cry for those who died this way

The death which I will have

Should grant me the glory I sought

For my breed shall proclaim

How glorious was their elder one

This is my end

I proudly mix my blood with sand

No!

Do not crave for those

Who died with sword in hand