For this I was chosen because I fear nothing 

With confidence I tread through the dead of the night 

Off to another war torn, far away battlefield 

Wherein lies a daemonic enemy horde 



On this day I desire to anoint my fists 

Engaging them in the mode of power and war 

Stopping at nothing that's short of fulfilling my destiny 

Willing to die and I will, after you for what I believe 



A desperate avenger striking fear in their hearts 

Invading their dreams before the day even starts 



Whet with your blood, I sharpen my sword 

No turning the other cheek like a coward 

Come tomorrow I may lay down and die 

But not this day 



Sent on an unholy quest, to reduce all those who resist 

To the size of their shriveled up souls and scatter them like grist 

I vanquished the strangleholds that the netherworld sets for me 

The last request of my life is to die killing my enemies 



Bathed in blood up to the horses' bridle 

Its death to retreat, there's no chance of survival 



Whet with your blood, I sharpen my sword 

No turning the other cheek like a coward 

Come tomorrow I may lay down and die 

But not this day, this day we fight! 



This day we fight! 



Strip the fallen heroes, finish off the wounded 

Collect the spoils of war and send them back dead 



This day we fight! 

This day I fight!