Upon the battlefield

Alone at last he stands

Bloodstained his

Sword and shield

Crimson these dying lands

Defender of the ones

Who wait

The sleeping godesses of fate

Ten thousand men he's slain

Their blood a sacrifice

Held high

Through the searing

Wind and rain

Many more will come to die

Through death he is ordained

A warrior divine

Baptized in blood and pain

The battlefield his shrine

Immortal guardian of war

Whom men worship and abhor

A legend battleborn

Striding from age to age

Humanity forlorn

Replaced by burning rage

Bound to the gods

By ancient creed

He cannot die

Nor can he bleed

He is the ruiner

The ruiner of worlds

He is the harbinger of chaos

Of death and destruction

The end of us all