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... [ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/MSB ] 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.