Ensiferum
Текст песни Blood Is the Price of Glory

Before the grimmest enemy
Cold rain whipping those proud faces,
War cries raising their spirits,
Despising death as they rush forward.
Blood of the brothers drains to the ground,
Stirring up rage,
Giving them power.
Trampling the enemy with their feet
Without fear they fight.

Can you hear the call of the North Star?
Feel it's longing in your heart,
This bond is eternal,
Sworn through blood,
At the end we will stand as one!
Even if daylight dies,
Our horde marches on and on,
If we should fall down to the ground,
We'll rise again and never give up!

But for some it's all too much -
This honourable battle and bloodshed,
They flee like a swarm of craven rats
Leaving their brothers to a certain death.
The last furious men,
They didn't fear death or pain,
They held up their swords and shields,
As winners they stood on the battlefield.

Run away you, cowards,
We turn our backs on you,
The shame that now stains your name
Will only brighten our glory.
Those who fight till their last breath
And fall with honour,
Their names and deeds shall live forever,
Never to be forgotten.
No axe stayed in your weak hand,
No shield protected you from the blows of enemies,
Get out of our sight,
The war has no need for traitors.