For this I was chosen Because I fear nothing With confidence I tread through the dead of night Off to another war-torn faraway battlefields Wherein lies a demonic enemy horde On this day I decide to anoint my fist Engaging them in the mode of power and war Stopping at nothing just short of fulfilling my destiny Willing to die in my will after you for what I believe A despair? of men striking fear in their hearts Invading their dreams before the day even starts Wet 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 ? souls ? Vanquish the strangle horse? that the netherworld sent for me The last request of my life is to die killing my enemies Bathed in blood up to my horses bridle It's death to retreat there's no chance of survival Wet 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! Stripped of fallen heroes ? are wounded Collect the spoils of war And send them the dead This day we fight!