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My sword is ripping into flesh, my axe is splitting into skulls.

I am screaming, covered with blood, enraged with all desire to kill.

I can hear the screams of other men, brothers and enemies, killing each other.

Yes! Yes! I refuse to die today!

Desire I to slaughter foreign tribes,

To win renown and delight in victory.

For the glory of my sons and brothers,

That the valiant may revere the beautiful.

As my hatred rains down, I, with a holy hand, smash the face of infamy.

So bright the color of the blood, as I penetrate the bodies with sharp metal.

Severed heads, entrails and limbs, fertilize the soil as we fight underneath the sun.

Yes! Yes! I refuse to die today!

Hail Victory!

Hail Victory!

Victory to the Strong, to the Mighty, to the Valiant Lords!

Bold and Sure! Confident and Righteous!

Worthy of the Sun and the Earth!