The sun rises, a new day is born.
The sunrays bathe my face.
I gather my gear and sharpen my sword,
so she can be my enemy’s disgrace.
The men are already up,
hungry for the enemy’s blood.
They live to fight, and fight to live.
War is their first and only love.
Everyone is confident,
their blades urging to be swung.
We know once the battle is over,
the smell of our foe’s blood will fill our lungs.
As we make our way to the battlefield,
songs of bravery are sung.
We remember those who have fallen:
Fathers, sons, some old, some young.
We spot our enemy:
hundreds they are, all over the field.
They shout and scream as loud as they can…
They don’t realize their fate has been sealed.
We draw our swords,
and raise them to the skies.
The earth shakes and the wind go wild
as we lunge forward with our battle cries
Our foe is bewildered,
yet it’s ordered to attack.
My men know the time has come,
there will be no falling back.
At the sound of the first clash,
we know this is it.
This is where we become gods,
where our fighting flame is lit.
We will achieve victory,
no matter the price.
As the blood covers our blades,
we delve into this glorious vice.