For Those Who Died With Sword In Hand Lyrics

For Those Who Died With Sword In Hand lyrics

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.