This life of mine, born out of shadowed hills Through clouds, the winds and ghosts that hide the sun Alone against the savage hordes The blade, the blood, the battle And now comes death, but here we stand And here we die The sun rarely shines on These slopes of somber hills And the lone wind that whispers Down these shadowed passes Brings the sound of enemies Their blood will stain these lands On hallowed ground, this sacred earth We make our stand Alone against the savage hordes The blade, the blood, the battle And now comes death, but here we stand And here we die A starving moon fills the night And gleams off the snow She suddenly appears before me A vision from years ago All at once they attack These warriors from a strange land But we stand with a heart of steel On the mountains of our fathers Alone against the savage hordes The blade, the blood, the battle And now comes death, but here we stand And here they die! Alone against the savage hordes Alone against the savage hordes