For Those Who Died With Sword In Hand 歌词

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.