Red am I in battle, red the ravens at my heels I will keep no terms with my enemies Always on the point of perishing, always in danger But to give an inch, to make any compromise, a single concession is defeat Burn away these eyes that seek weakness May their quests lead them to the wolves to fang, to claw, to axe, to sword Tearing, ripping, cleaving, left by the wayside of man Red am I in battle, red the ravens at my heels