A Pagan's Final prayer

 By the blood of our fathers we stand
We stand as the last pagan blood
Come to fight for our forefathers land
With our ancestors by our side
The weight of iron in our hands
We stand together to fight

The bitter song of iron tears into the night
Hot blood stains the frozen earth
This is all we have left
As we dance our final dance
With the mistress of death

The clashing of iron
And the singing of swords
The screams of the dying
Those who death has befallen
This is our final song
The bloody melody of war

With hate in my eyes
And fire in my heart
I shout my final battle cry
Its victory or we die

There is no surrender
There’s no way to retreat
This is our final stand
We die on our feet
And join our forefathers
In the halls of our ancestors

As death steals me from the battlefield
Into the cold night sky I fade
And yet I face death with a smile
by the shine of my crimson blade.