Idioma Origen:
For this I was chosen
Because I fear nothing
With confidence I tread through the dead of night
Off to another wartorn faraway battlefield
Wherein lies a demonic enemy horde
On this day I decide to annoint my fist
Engaging them in the mode of power and war
Stoping 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 tommorow I may lay down and die
But not this day!
Sent on an unholy quest
To reduce all those who resist
???? souls
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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 tommorow 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!
This Day We Fight!
Fight!
Fight!
This... day... I... fight!!
Idioma Destino:
For this I was chosen
Because I fear nothing
With confidence I tread through the dead of night
Off to another wartorn faraway battlefield
Wherein lies a demonic enemy horde
On this day I decide to annoint my fist
Engaging them in the mode of power and war
Stoping 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 tommorow 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 tommorow 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!
This Day We Fight!
Fight!
Fight!
This... day... I... fight!!