Cry my love for 
I shall not return. 
Into battle 
I must leave and death awaits me there. 
As a hero not a coward 
I want my name to stand. 
The cross has robed our life - 
At least I will now die standing. 
I refuse and deny a human coward to be my rightful god. 
Was it not time and wisdom that shaped me to be a man. 
So if my life must now end, 
I am ready to leave this world. 
We are few but they are thousands. 
Should I not return back home, my blade 
I leave to my beloved son. 
Eye to eye, heart by heart - 
At the break of the dawn the last and only battle will be fought. 
Men of war, mages and our ancestors, all as one will fight until the sun returns.