The priest have done their sacred rite with me.
   My veins are filled with fire.
   I await my destiny armed with mighty weapons. I will ride
   to victory. The battlefield lays grey and dead for me.
   Dragons in the sky await my enemy. I will hear his breaking bones.
   I will see his bleeding wounds.
  
   Enemy die! Die by my sword!
  
   I hear the marching sound of the unholy force. The clash of
   forces killed my frightened horse. Now a fight man to man awaits me
   on the end. I fight him with the power of ten thousand men. He
   lays on the ground and I set his life an end. I hear his broken
   bones, I see his bleeding wounds.