The sound of a grinding sword
In the distance
Another day, another fight

Will it be my time

Blood and honor

And honor for blood

Acta non verba

Inclemens
Mort Subite
Mort Subite


We fight for freedom and lust for blood
branded for life


Hordearii, we fight for freedom
Hordearii, our allegiance we've sworn

Hordearii, no gods live here
Hordearii, death is certain
Hordearii, certain, not near


As we step into the ring, the crowd rumbles
The sand between my finger crumbles


Hack slash
covered in the blood of my enemies

Thumbs down
show me your throat and I'll end it now


Pray
Prey to the gods
Pray

While your soul drifts away

Pray

Hordearii
Fear my name