For this I was chosen because I fear nothing With confidence I tread through the dead of the night Off to another war torn, far away battlefield Wherein lies a daemonic enemy horde
On this day I decide to anoint my fists Engaging them in the mode of power and war
Stopping at nothing that's short of fulfilling my destiny Willing to die and I will, after you for what I believe
A desperate avenger striking fear in their hearts
Invading their dreams before the day even starts
Whet whit your blood, I sharpen my sword
No turning the other cheek like a coward Come tomorrow I may lay down and die But not this day
Sent on an unholy quest, to reduce all those who resist To the size of their shriveled up souls and scatter them like grist I vanquished the strangeholds that the netherworld sets for me The last request of my life is to die killing my enemies
Bathed in blood up to the horses' bridle Its death to retreat, there's no chance of survival
Whet whit your blood, I sharpen my sword
No turning the other cheek like a coward Come tomorrow I may lay down and die But not this day, this day we fight!
This day we fight!
Strip the fallen heroes, finish off the wounded Collect the spoils of war and send them back dead