From the north to the south
From the east to the west
All that waits for me is the grave
I have been where my brothers lay fallen
And my kind are as slaves
Bloodied yet unbowed
I sing a song of the tomb
Of the cold and heathen earth
Of the god's that await me
I raise a glass in your name
For when the sun rise again
To our deaths like condemned men
This is the twilight of the ages
And no man shall stand