We few men of honor
stand against the raider
With blood are our lines drawn here
it holds like our iron grasp
So a man throws himself on my path
who has heard the sounds of my marching
The bloody trails lead to me
blazing villages I leave behind
Man cannot avoid his fate
but I get to die in good company
Now is my time to be fearless
I can grab a sword
and believe in the strength of our troop
I perfect our gory path
Ha! You can't stop a god
you try to fell a wolf with a spear
my troops march behind your back
you and your men will be destroyed
Now I see it, the lustre of spirits of heroes
I stand with the troops, fighting and not backing down
I can grab a sword
and believe in the strength of our troop
I perfect our gory path
Die fighting
Die like heroes
Like great men