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I know my destiny is death

so I face the battlefield fearless

I am the master of Northriver town,

my first son was killed fighting for the west ground

on his grave I placed his sword and on his

shield I pray my fathers every night

now my heart burns with rage

the people of the west must prepare to die

we’ll take the roads that cross the two hills

so the unworthy will be taken by surprise

fight! as I free my blade I seek a throat

I’ll revenge my son, a bath of blood

I shift towns but I don’t shift ways

my brothers firebeards are with me

they feel my same pain and they understand

I’m covered with enemies’ blood and guts

a smile upon my face as the battle ends

in tears I come back to the grave of my son

still crying I scream:“son, justice is done!”

and as a cold breeze caresses my hair

I know he‘s grateful and he’ll rest in peace

I let my body fall in the grass

the green of the earth shines in my eyes

I thank my fathers, they helped me in fight

and stare to the sky opening my arms...