Ridings the winds To the battle Swords drawn high Raised to the sky When you reach The field of demise Time stands still As you get your first kill Out of the forest Out of the trees The great ones arrive Ready to fight for their land The scent of blood and smoke fills the land all for a new ruler to take over the throne. All seems hopeless for you and your brothers This may be the end The thought of that tyrant ruling your land fuels your hate for the enemy Now all you care about is shedding the blood of the men in front of you The ruthless warrior in you will be unleashed The battle has ended You've done all that you could You raise your bloody sword to the sky as a sign of victory.