For Those Who Died With Sword In Hand

I look to my land this one,

The last time should be a desperate deed

I will mire my blood with sand,

The steel is now in me this cold blade

That gives me death

And all I see is the blood

From my wounds,

Blinding me,

The death which I will have

Should grant me the glory I sought

For my breed shall proclaim

How glorious was their elder one,

This is my end

I proudly mix my blood with sand...

No! Do not crave for those

Who died with sword in hand,

I look to my land this one,

The last time should be a desperatate deed

I will mix my blood with sand

My battle ends here

Every one witnessed I had no fear

With honour I fought

Don't cry for those who died this way,

The death which I will have

Should grant me the glory I sought

For my breed shall proclaim

How glorious was their elder one,

This is my end

I proudly mix my blood with sand,

No! Do not crave for those

Who died with sword in hand.