I look to my land this one, the last time should be   a desperate deed   I will mix my blood with sand,   The steel is now in me this cold blade   That gives me death   And all I see is the blood   From my wounds,   Blinding me,   The death which I will have   Should grant me the glory I sought   For my breed shall proclaim   How glorious was their elder one,   This is my end   I proudly mix my blood with sand...   No! Do not grieve for those   Who died with sword in hand,   I look to my land this one,   The last time should be a desperatate deed   I will mix my blood with sand   My battle ends here   Every one witnessed I had no fear   With honour I fought   Don't cry for those who died this way,   The death which I will have   Should grant me the glory I sought for   my breed shall proclaim   How glorious was their elder one,   This is my end   I proudly mix my blood with sand,   No! Do not grieve for those   Who died with sword in hand.