I have come from the darkest pain
(But) No hell shall make me fear again.
On these wounded fields I will stand,
Till death rips my sword from my hand.
Oh, yes. It was always the same
The skies they were ashen. And grim was the plain.
And the bloody thorns of the dying sunshine
And unshaken I stand. Alone, sublime
I’ve seen this twilight thousand times
The tired pale light of broken eyes
Dented armours, nicked, dull swords
Maimed bodies laying in hoards
I’ve seen this twilight thousand times
The tired pale light of ashen cold skies
And I heard the horns far away they ring
And I saw myself as my last song I sing
“Out of dark I have come
At last I see the giant, red sun
Brothers call me, for me brothers wait
Unshaken I stand, and laugh at my fate”
I swear I shall hold my sword in my hand
I swear on these wounded fields I will stand
On these wounded fields I will stand