Eyes are shut, blinded by serenity He can sense, the presence of his enemy Like a beast, he holds his position Then attacks with sharpest precision He stands alone The skin is torn Just flesh and bone Through rageous storms he rides No fear for the other side No fear to to die Through endless war he stands Til death he defends his land He stands alone He stands alone Covered to his knees in blood The smell of death is pure He feels just like a god No man can tear him down No man can break apart His pagan soul is strong Immortal in his heart