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.