For Those Who Died With Sword In Hand

I look to my land this one,
The last time should be a desperate deed
I will mire my blood with sand,
The steel is now in me this cold blade
That gives me death
And all i see is the blood
From my wounds
Blinding me
The death which i will have
Should grant me the glory i sought
For my breed shall proclaim
How glorious was their elder one
This is my end
I proudly mix my blood with sand.

No! Do not crave for those
Who died with sword in hand
I look to my land this one
The last time should be a desperatate deed
I will mix my blood with sand
My battle ends here
Every one witnessed i had no fear
With honour i fought
Don't cry for those who died this way
The death which i will have
Should grant me the glory i sought
For my breed shall proclaim
How glorious was their elder one
This is my end
I proudly mix my blood with sand
No! Do not crave for those
Who died with sword in hand.