The old warlike wise man
Sharpen his blade, with deep devotion
Who has seen time, after time
All what no man, would have seen before.
Slowly his hand, hold up the hilt in a easy game
His mind fights, against that will be passed lent moon...
His tired limbs look for rest
Time passes and the strenghts
Become lost, without following
The impetus of a brave old heart.
The gods will assist once more
Their belief which ore leather
In every old warriors heart
He is ready to deserve, his rest!

Who will brandish the glorious sword
The last battle will never exist
Who will brandish the glorious sword
The last warrior will never see it!

Once more to win... the last battle
The last time, the last time
The last time, the last time
The last time, last way
The last time, last way - to survive the death!

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