There is no mercy in this martial world
Stagger with your blood-dripping iron sword
Over the atrocious battlefields of fear
With the sound of shattered bones in your ear
Icecold winds pierce your steaming black cloak
Your wrists hurt from the strength of every stroke
On the battlefields the wraiths of blood rise
Firing the light behind your burning eyes
The howl of starved dogs the blessed will hear
Our gods are evil and their rise is near
Vile weapons cross before the purple sun
Dawn is here and the slaughter has begun
