I was a child

when they took me away from my family

I remember long and frosty winter

and people looking hopelessly for food

from this ancient time

our cruel lord ordered us

to look as dogs eat christian children

we were standing together and

cold wind was freezing our faces

our blood was hot

we learned to worship death

we were the children of his favourite herd

future warriors, future wolves

our cruel lord ordered us to drink human blood

ordered us to eat human flesh

I got my first sword

I couldnt take it up easy

But i had to take it up

because I would be meat for dogs

I know the true code of life

spartan way of life, and draconian laws

I've grown as a warrior

close to nature, close to roots

now i'm the cruel

the last of the cruel lords herd

When i was a child, i knew the cruelty

I learned to hate everything I loved.