Winter sun, watch over me
Beyond the end of mortality
At high elevation, my enemy draws near
A celebration of death fills the air
Ride with me
Die with me
The feral instinct guiding me
Kill on sight
Automate the senses
Become a machine
I have an awakening
I am not one of your many swords
Which with you seem to play war
I will not obey anyone anymore
Ride with me
Die with me
The feral instinct guiding me
Kill on sight
Automate the senses
Become a machine
I have an awakening
Goddess of war
Give me something to die for
The language of the sword
Every day, I am reborn
Goddess of war
Give me something to die for
The language of the sword
I am reborn