The night was long and the battle hard.

We faced death with courage and pride

We left the best of us behind

But the victory was on our side.



They called themselves crusaders.

The army of some new born god.

They tried to change our tradition

But we drowned their fate in flight.



In to the fire we roam

Straight in to hell and in to the storm.

Just like a curse, just like a sin.

Dragging their souls behind their skin.



For our fate

For our land

For our king,

We're ready to die.

Glory to the blood stained flag.