The field of battle is my temple, the swordpoint my priest
The dance of death is my prayer, the killing blow my release
A life of war is all I know to while my days away
Back to back with murder's edge is the hymn to sing today
While marbled walls and halls echo with hope and joy
The hilt of my blade is my only toy
Victorious, always, is the religion to live by
In this world of dawning death with the bloody sky
Cold are the hands, that grasp me in pain
Angry are eyes that have everything to gain
When all is lost in the madness of this life
Repeat calmly and coldly in the midst of strife
The field of battle is my temple, the swordpoint my priest
The dance of death is my prayer, the killing blow my release
The last hymn that's sung at the end of the tolls
Sending away the last of the souls
Now the night stands darkly as the world falls into silence
Though it was time for the dance to commence
The battlefield is still, the swordpoint dully glinting
Is it done - as the vultures unsubtly are hinting?
Raging forth from righteous lies
The heroes come, the heroes die
Upon the spears held at arm's length
Heroes have so little strength
The field of battle is my temple, the swordpoint my priest
The dance of death is my prayer, the killing blow my release
The killing blow born from the blade held in my hands
My soul departs from the blood upon these lands