I Wear my colours in the battlefield
I Wear my colours and I am ready to k**
Resistance - We won't step back
March foward into an hell made of flesh and steel
Encircled by enemies, through their corpses I'll force my way out
Resistance - We won't step back
Bloodlust drags me deep into the pits of hell
Amidst the tortured souls fighting unto d**h
Covered with torn flesh and blood, I continue to advance
Frontline in the attack, face to face with the enemy
Hell no longer await as I run straight into its flames
Onwars to - the battlefield; d**h - or victory
d**h before Dishonor, the true path of the warrior
The prize of the battle: the head of the enemy
Pierced high on top of our pikes