Ragornok

Lord of Battle, I pray on bended knee, for conquest by the rising sun.
I'll wait for thy command with flame and blood at hand;
Glory, and a broken sword.

I'm the Master of the World, I have no fear of man nor beast;
Born inside the soul of the world.
Riding hard, breaking bone, with steel and stone;
Eternal might I was born to wield.

Let us drink to the battles we've lived and we've fought;
Celebrate the pain and havoc we have wrought.
Great heroes charge, into the fight,
from the north to the south, in the black of night.

Fierce is my blade, fierce is my hate,
Born to die in battle, I laugh at my fate.
Now, pay in blood when your blood has been spilled.
You're never forgiven when death is fulfilled.