Serving king nor queen   Living under no law except our own   Fighting to revenge our clans   Serving the one who grants us the secret of steel      The sound of clashing hammers filled the morning red sky   Blacksmiths working day and night      If we die it battle it's the will of the gods   Our hearts filled with nothing but pride   Led by the one bonded to the blade   We feel our ancestors looking down from the stars   Screams of thunder after every slain foe   Cursed are the ones who ignore our legions      Serving king nor queen   Living under no law except our own   Fighting to revenge our clans   Serving the one who grants us the secret of steel      In his dreams a spirit visits the One (bonded to the blade)   A blood red scar reveals his cause of death      "Follow the morning sun for three days, chosen one   For there you will find the inhabitants of Lore   These great archers can help you reach your goal   They share your quest for revenge"      The next morning we set foot to the pathless woods   The spirit's words still fresh in our minds      "Follow the morning sun for three days, chosen one   For there you will find the inhabitants of Lore   These great archers can help you reach your goal   They share your quest for revenge"      Guided by wolves we resumed our journey   We resumed our journey to the pathless woods   There a blood oath was taken   A blood oath was taken   Two became one   Two became one   A blood oath was taken   Two became one      Guided by wolves we resumed our journey   We resumed our journey to the pathless woods   There a blood oath was taken   A blood oath was taken   Two became one   Two became one   A blood oath was taken   Two became one      We drink before the battle   We drink to forget   We drink to the fallen heroes, who fought here at our side   Burning water, take our fears away   One last feast before we enter the battlefield      Serving king nor queen   Living under no law except our own