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I look to my land

This one, the last time should be

A desperate deed

I will mix my blood with sand

The steel now is in me

This cold blade that gives me death

And all that I see is the blood

From my wounds

Blinding me

The death 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 grieve 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 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 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 grieve for those

Who died with sword in hand