Black axe meets white shield
heavily-armoured vanguard
stop in a gesture on the battlefield
let's go
The troop approaches
A sight that almost drowns in its might
Although outnumbered
you have to stay alive
And the day has got many hours left
Run, forget all your skills
just use whatever kills
Run to the enemy
what will be, will be
you can see it in their face
the same hatred
Swing, swing, swing the studded mace
Swing, swing, swing the studded mace
Make a circle in the men
If you lose yours,
picking up a weapon
is not desecrating the corpse
It is a means for you to stay alive
Swing, swing, swing the studded mace
Swing, swing, swing the studded mace
staggering along where bodies outline the field
Losing your mind in the fight for death.
