Red am I in battle, red the ravens at my heels
I will keep no terms with my enemies
Always on the point of perishing, always in danger
But to give an inch, to make any compromise, a single concession is defeat

Burn away these eyes that seek weakness
May their quests lead them to the wolves to fang, to claw, to axe, to sword
Tearing, ripping, cleaving, left by the wayside of man

Red am I in battle, red the ravens at my heels