Upon the battlefield Alone at last he stands Bloodstained his Sword and shield Crimson these dying lands Defender of the ones Who wait The sleeping godesses of fate Ten thousand men he's slain Their blood a sacrifice Held high Through the searing Wind and rain Many more will come to die Through death he is ordained A warrior divine Baptized in blood and pain The battlefield his shrine Immortal guardian of war Whom men worship and abhor A legend battleborn Striding from age to age Humanity forlorn Replaced by burning rage Bound to the gods By ancient creed He cannot die Nor can he bleed He is the ruiner The ruiner of worlds He is the harbinger of chaos Of death and destruction The end of us all