Storming with malice and hatred

Driving their squad to the sea

None to atone for by reaching our goal

And devouring all of their fleet

Call it old madness, call it the animal, wild

Neither prey nor victim will heed from their cry

Warrior without fear

To another long battle, to the snowy peaks, prepared

Our rations and our ale, feast and combat marry well

As we dine, our hell is in our steel that shines

Hold up, hold up your arms

Warrior without fear

Drive down, drive down the nails

Warrior without fear

Somehow we took advantage, their force in high ground fell

Our numbers strong, but stronger blood lust still

Strike down deep in instinct

It must be satisfied, succumb to hatred

Wield the sword of Damocles

Storming with malice and hatred

Scorching the proud mountain flag

Maniacly raging and bludgeoning

All of their forces into human waste

Storming with malice and hatred

Satisfied with all our spoils

Scrolls of illusion and gemstones enchanted

Will aid in our forthcoming conquest

Hold up, hold up your arms

Warrior without fear

Drive down, drive down the nails

Warrior without fear

Hold up, hold up your arms

Warrior without fear

Storming with malice and hatred

Possessing and reaping our foes

Under command of the forces unseen

Power, lust, from beyond

Storming with malice and hatred

No we will never relent

Each generation will learn and then

Taste of the blood of the warrior within