This legend is about the scars of the war, We humans keep seeking the blessing of lore! The nails of dark will dig into all souls, And still if you flee you become just a ghoul! Oh! For heroes, shout to the gods! All I can see, is blood on my blades! The journey begins and the myth stay behind, Forever we shout, to valhalla we march! We're carrying our weapons to face any fight, Our enemies run to the safest hideout! Run to the forests, run to the highlands, No matter the place we will find you! We stay, we follow your path, Accept your destiny, rat! Death is on the way, the war won't stop! Rage will still bring bodies to the stock! We fight we split more blood, the legend is just a fucking beautiful poem, I see blood, and more blood, lots of blood!