I live, in a world pervaded with envy No honour, no courage The table is turned, the weak overpower the strong The Valor of men Is now measured by wealth Shame… If I close my eyes I can dream of a land Where the life got a sense Maybe Harder but worth to be lived Where the heart of a warrior can feel at home Fresh breeze caressing my soul Feeling alive for the kiss of the sun Revel the fury of a fight, the challenge of hunt, the glory of war The chains of society repress every instinct and inner strenght Rage… I’m tired to feel out of place, Surrounded by cowards and worms Exiled, insulted This world is rotting in the muck of civility weakness and ease It’s a world with no heroes a world with no kings Nothing around me makes sense Everything seems so wrong If I close my eyes I can dream of a land Where the life got a sense Maybe Harder but worth to be lived Where the heart of a warrior can feel at home I won’t surrender to this wrong rules If I close my eyes I can dream of a land Where the life got a sense Maybe Harder but worth to be lived Where the heart of a warrior can feel at home In this empty world there is no glory in victory Valkyries won’t come down again Weapons of today despise every ability Every scoundrel can call himself brave I won’t surrender to this wrong rules My heart is the last shadow of an old and ancient world Tied to the ruins of what I feel mine Scorn