Winter morning and the sun is yet to wake

Pondering thoughts, I was alone out by the lake

In the distance I hear sound of horsemen ride

Followed by screams of pain,

as thousand men has died

Innocent blood has touched the ground

To its revenge I have been bound

If I am not back before the morning light

Remember my last thought was of you

Remember these words, as they are true

If I'm to die, then let thy will be done

I will revenge my father's blood

The guilty will stand before their god

I see my father, his body's stained with blood

Around twenty warriors, their faces in the mud

I will set out to repay this wretched crime

They're going to cry in pain,

the vengeance will be mine