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For this I was chosen
Because I fear nothing
With confidence I tread trough the dead of night
Off to another wartorn faraway battlefields
Wherein lies a demonic enemy horde


On this day I decide to annoint my fist
Engaging them in the mode of power and war

Stoping at nothing just short of fullfilling my destiny
Willing to die in my will after you for what I believe

A desperate avenger striking fear in their hearts
Invading their dreams before the day even starts

Wet with your blood I sharpen my sword
No turning the other cheeck 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
??? souls
And scatter them like grist?

Vanquish the strangle horse?that the netherworld sent for me
The last request of my life is to die killing my enemies

Bathed in blood up to my horse bridle
It's death to retreat,there's no chance of survival

Wet with your blood I sharpen my sword
No turning the other cheeck like a coward
Comw tomorrow I may lay down and die
But not this day!

This day we fight!

Strip the fallen heroes
Finish of the wounded
Collect the spoils of war
and sent them the dead

This day we fight!