My father came from a race, the soldiers of might Gave me an axe strong enough to conquer and fight Betrayal and mistrust arised in my path again Reduced to slavery they drag me and put me in chain
I am strong I was healed In my heart I have found The true God up on high Now my guide is my Lord With His foes also mine I will fight with His sword So Britain will be in peace!
I must be strong to stand for the Good Hordes of the Evil will come like a flood My own revenge is the wish of the Lord The pagan king shall feel my sword
Trusting in God we must make the war Vipers will flee when the brave Lion roar My own revenge is the wish of the Lord The pagan king shall feel my sword
Training every day in the cold at the earlyer lights I've learned the secrets to use many weapons in fights But truth can't be hidden forever, I showed my worth New friends I have met, my mission would now going forth