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

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

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

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