March to War - Bloodthorn

Soon shall the sun rise to morning

In glorious northen light

Gods of darkness grant me wisdom

And let the wisdom victor me

March to war!

When the doom is full of sorrow

When the stone is covered with blood

When the winds cry out their wisdom

When the spirits call the dead

When the sun is sunk in slumber

When the moon shines through the light

March to war!

I fear no death, nor the bravest man