Serving king nor queen
Living under no law except our own
Fighting to revenge our clans
Serving the one who grants us the secret of steel
The sound of clashing hammers filled the morning red sky
Blacksmiths working day and night
If we die it battle it’s the will of the gods
Our hearts filled with nothing but pride
Led by the one bonded to the blade
We feel our ancestors looking down from the stars
Screams of thunder after every slain foe
Cursed are the ones who ignore our legions
Serving king nor queen
Living under no law except our own
Fighting to revenge our clans
Serving the one who grants us the secret of steel
In his dreams a spirit visits the One (bonded to the blade)
A blood red scar reveals his cause of death
[Samuel:]
“Follow the morning sun for three days, chosen one
For there you will find the inhabitants of Lore
These great archers can help you reach your goal
They share your quest for revenge”
The next morning we set foot to the pathless woods
The spirit’s words still fresh in our minds
“Follow the morning sun for three days, chosen one
For there you will find the inhabitants of Lore
These great archers can help you reach your goal
They share your quest for revenge”
Guided by wolves we resumed our journey
We resumed our journey to the pathless woods
There a blood oath was taken
A blood oath was taken
Two became one
Two became one
A blood oath was taken
Two became one
Guided by wolves we resumed our journey
We resumed our journey to the pathless woods
There a blood oath was taken
A blood oath was taken
Two became one
Two became one
A blood oath was taken
Two became one
We drink before the battle
We drink to forget
We drink to the fallen heroes, who fought here at our side
Burning water, take our fears away
One last feast before we enter the battlefield
Serving king nor queen
Living under no law except our own