Now I ride into the heathen land
And lay upon my foes my holy brand
I offer up as penance to my lord
The lives of all who die upon my sword
And in my wake there shall be naught to find
Not a single trace of demon kind
And lay upon my foes my holy brand
I offer up as penance to my lord
The lives of all who die upon my sword
And in my wake there shall be naught to find
Not a single trace of demon kind