Winter Sun, watch over me Beyond the end of mortality At high elevation, my enemy draws near A celebration of death fills the air Ride with me Die with me The feral instinct guiding me Kill on sight Automate the senses Become a machine I have an awakening I am not one of your many swords Which with you seem to play war I will not obey anyone anymore Ride with me Die with me The feral instinct guiding me Kill on sight Automate the senses Become a machine I have an awakening Goddess of war Give me something to die for The language of the sword Every day, I am reborn Goddess of war Give me something to die for The language of the sword I am reborn