Enemy Die

The priest have done their sacred rite with me.

My veins are filled with fire.

I await my destiny armed with mighty weapons. I will ride

to victory. The battlefield lays grey and dead for me.

Dragons in the sky await my enemy. I will hear his breaking bones.

I will see his bleeding wounds.

Enemy die! Die by my sword!

I hear the marching sound of the unholy force. The clash of

forces killed my frightened horse. Now a fight man to man awaits me

on the end. I fight him with the power of ten thousand men. He

lays on the ground and I set his life an end. I hear his broken

bones, I see his bleeding wounds.