Serving king nor queennLiving under no law except our ownnFighting to revenge our clansnServing the one who grants us the secret of steelnnThe sound of clashing hammers filled the morning red skynBlacksmiths working day and nightnnIf we die it battle it's the will of the godsnOur hearts filled with nothing but pridenLed by the one bonded to the bladenWe feel our ancestors looking down from the starsnScreams of thunder after every slain foenCursed are the ones who ignore our legionsnnServing king nor queennLiving under no law except our ownnFighting to revenge our clansnServing the one who grants us the secret of steelnnIn his dreams a spirit visits the One (bonded to the blade)nA blood red scar reveals his cause of deathnnFollow the morning sun for three days, chosen onenFor there you will find the inhabitants of LorenThese great archers can help you reach your goalnThey share your quest for revengennThe next morning we set foot to the pathless woodsnThe spirit's words still fresh in our mindsnnFollow the morning sun for three days, chosen onenFor there you will find the inhabitants of LorenThese great archers can help you reach your goalnThey share your quest for revengennGuided by wolves we resumed our journeynWe resumed our journey to the pathless woodsnThere a blood oath was takennA blood oath was takennTwo became onenTwo became onenA blood oath was takennTwo became onennGuided by wolves we resumed our journeynWe resumed our journey to the pathless woodsnThere a blood oath was takennA blood oath was takennTwo became onenTwo became onenA blood oath was takennTwo became onennWe drink before the battlenWe drink to forgetnWe drink to the fallen heroes, who fought here at our sidenBurning water, take our fears awaynOne last feast before we enter the battlefieldnnServing king nor queennLiving under no law except our own