Against shields I charge Spears and swords I block When the chance comes I will crush their heads The odds to survive Are now but none Dilacerating those bastards I hold my ground Eyes filled with rage Hand holding a blood red mace Ground covered by broken skulls As I remain slaying those fools I keep raging on and on I've already lost the count of The number of dead bodies But the end of their army Still cannot be seen Surprised they watch A smile emerge on my face Guess they can't understand The thrill to face death itself