My son, I called you here for I'm dieing
I can hear the death whispering my name, I feel her embrace...
I was betrayead by my comrades, I will die...But, my son, I want revenge!
Destroy our enemyes with no mercy and drip ther blood on my grave....


Father will avenge you! In your memory I 'll kill
they will know the taste of blood, the cold steel, I swear father, they will
I 'll see the fear reflected in his eyes they cry for mercy, but I will kill
Like worms under my feets they will pray before die

In the name of my father the blood will drip I will defend his honour

Prepare my horse prepare my spirit i will Sharp the blade
Blood is the price the price of revenge is time to show the power
The power to fight the power to kill and send enemies to the grave

Blood and revenge! Honour and pride!

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