Take hold of your sword my friend
Today the rivers will run red
When you and I cross paths
Not only the gods know who breathes last
With a swing to left and a jab to the right
Your life will end in this fateful fight
No need for those helms, greaves, or plates
Your demise has been decided by the Fates
How much my blade yearns for blood
Soon yours will mix with the lowly mud
At the sight of me your Ares will flee
For even the god of the sea is behind me
With a swing to left and a jab to the right
Your life will end in this fateful fight
No need for those helms, greaves, or plates
Your demise has been decided by the fates
I fight for no king, country, or maiden
Nor the riches with which your city is laden
Simply for vengeance my mortal foe
Sated with your flesh the birds will crow
Here you lie dead you pitiful fool
And with your body I'll be too cruel
Tied to my chariot you will be mauled
I care not if the gods are appalled
With a swing to left and a jab to the right
Your life will end in this fateful fight
No need for those helms, greaves, or plates
Your demise has been decided by the fates
