Fate Of The Fighting Man

Leaving my home
Across the lands
Over mountains
To a nameless place
Now I have, I have to go To foreign land to feed my family
Now I have, I have to go And I don’t know if I will ever return to you
Leaving all I love
Not for gold
Or glory
For aliment
Now I take my sword, my shield
I will be prepared for this fight and I am not afraid
Now I take my axe, my spear
I will be prepared for this fight and I will live, not die
Hold my hand because my heart is full of pain
Look in my eyes — am I a warrior or just a man?
This is the fate — of the fighting men
To live or to die — only for honour
This is the curse — of the brave men
To be one of many thousands
We reached that land
Of gold and weed
Of water and meat
We have to win
Now I have, I have to fight
At this place to feed my family
Now I have, I have to be strong
And I don’t know if I will ever return to you
The weapons strike
Arrows all around
Reaper’s scythe
I am falling
Now they broke my sword, my shield
I thought I was prepared for this fight but I failed
Now they took my axe, my spear
I thought I was prepared for this fight and now I have to die
No one holds my hand and my hart is full of pain
Look in my eyes — I am not warrior, I am a man