Battles in my life, I had won.
Warriors in my fight, I had scorn.
Many heroes head, I had torn.
Old as I can, fight still I can.
Live to fight every day, fight to live another day.
Many fell under my bow,
to the death god they shall go.
Who can face my sword,
as my fighting is rough.
I've just reached seventy,
but I still feed on wine and beef.
But one day, I'll lose,
I shall fall in death god's ruse,
Do not bury me in a grave, I shall die in battle with grace.