I bring my sorrow to the level of death
Every fight I kill myself
I do not know how many more scars
I don’t care anymore!

I hold my wife in my arms
Killed by bastards
Even through the fog and arrows
Blood must be paid with Blood

From this moment I may not fail
I must leave to seek that bastard
In honor of my family I will drink to their bones

I will destroy your breeder… No matter where
Mercilessly kill your folk… No matter whom

When you look at my eyes you will know
That my sword will be stuck in your chest
And thy blood I will drink still warm

Bastard!

I hope to return holding his head in my hand
Show to my men that his blood was shed
With this scar that does not hurt the flesh
I bring my pain to the level of death

I feel the vengeance closer to my hands
Wotan, do not leave his race in peace
The memory remains and the desire to be
Bathed with the blood of the bastard I killed