I look to my land
This one, the last time should be
A desperate deed
I will mix my blood with sand

The steel now is in me
This cold blade that gives me death
And all that I see is the blood from my wounds
Blinding me

The death I will have should grant me the glory I sought for
My breed shall proclaim how glorious was their elder one
The death 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 grieve for those who died with sword in hand

I look to my land this one,
The last time should be
A desperate 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 I will have should grant me the glory I sought for
My breed shall proclaim how glorious was their elder one
The death 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 grieve for those who died with sword in hand

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This is my end
I proudly mix my blood with sand
No! Do not grieve for those who died with sword in hand

This is my end
I proudly mix my blood with sand
No! Do not grieve for those who died with sword in hand