Medieval Battle

The brush suddenly fused with the hilt of the sword
I'll hit you hard, I'll hit you from the shoulder.
The passionate blood of the enemies will burn the sword.
A dozen of them will die with me.
Here the commander galloped up on a horse:
"After the victory, Long live the feast!"
No, how can we survive in battle?
I will beat while someone is in the ranks!
The battle has begun, the enemy is coming from the darkness
Only we will fight in the first rows.
There are not enough of us – it's enough to live for five minutes.
In a moment, everyone will go to the next world at once.
Even if we are mercenaries, this is fate.
No, we don't need money, we need fame.
Death is only in battle – we dream about it.
Death from an enemy is to be pierced by a sword.
Let the enemy see in fearless eyes
Thirst for salvation and faith in our hearts.
No, we will not give up, long live the fight.
The first blow knocked the sword out of my hand!
Let me go into hand-to-hand combat.
Only an arrow pierces the heart from a distance.
God, you know, I'm not afraid to die.
I'll wear white clothes in paradise!
I will humbly stand before you.
In the blood of the enemies! I chose my own path!
Falling on my knees, I beg your forgiveness.
My God, take my heart, my soul.
God, I will be a servant for salvation.
God, don't leave me! God, stay with me.
My God, grant me your eternal rest.
God, don't leave me, I'll follow you.