Death, blood, violence, death
Everyone eventually
will stop drawing breath
And the sleep comes to all

Eternal and quiet
We lay in these halls
Waiting, still waiting
For our descendants to call

For when they most need us
We'll rise from this grave
And march forth to battle
Their young lives to save

We'll make our way out
With our axes and swords
Though long we have slept
Now we march forth to war

To cleave heads from necks
And to shed the foe's blood
This day shall be won
As we knew that it would

The enemy will cower
And flee to his home
He'll hide away there
And no more will he roam

Death, blood, violence, death
Our enemies fallen
They sleep without breath
As we were, now they are