On the battlefield we fight with all our might Valor and honor is our right The bloody battlefield where men and sons have tried To stand for what is good and what is right Only the steel will win the day Cold sword of the brave (Cold is the blade) Pure hearts bring us to truth Is it the heart of the brave or the cold of the blade The hand of death has choked me many times I've denied the reaper of this prize The chill of death freezes me at night I entrust the mighty steel held high I've stood upon the moors, looked over many lands That were conquered by the brave and their might Searching for the answer, the riddle of the steel What will win the day and take the fight