Fate Of The Fighting Man - Wolfchant

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