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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 mire my blood with sand,

the steel is now in me this cold blade

that gives me death

and all I see is the blood

from my wounds,

blinding me,

the death which 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 crave for those

who died with sword in hand,

I look to my land this one,

the last time should be a desperatate 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 which 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 crave for those

who died with sword in hand.

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