For this I was chosen because I fear nothing
With confidence I tread through the dead of the night
Off to another war torn, far away battlefield
Wherein lies a daemonic enemy horde

On this day I desire to anoint my fists
Engaging them in the mode of power and war
Stopping at nothing that's short of fulfilling my destiny
Willing to die and I will, after you for what I believe

A desperate avenger striking fear in their hearts
Invading their dreams before the day even starts

Whet with your blood, I sharpen my sword
No turning the other cheek like a coward
Come tomorrow I may lay down and die
But not this day

Sent on an unholy quest, to reduce all those who resist
To the size of their shriveled up souls and scatter them like grist
I vanquished the strangleholds that the netherworld sets for me
The last request of my life is to die killing my enemies

Bathed in blood up to the horses' bridle
Its death to retreat, there's no chance of survival

Whet with your blood, I sharpen my sword
No turning the other cheek like a coward
Come tomorrow I may lay down and die
But not this day, this day we fight!

This day we fight!

Strip the fallen heroes, finish off the wounded
Collect the spoils of war and send them back dead

This day we fight!
This day I fight!