Broken Sword Lyrics - Bathory

A veil of mist, a foreign coast 

The calm before their battle cry 

Steel drawn, the line of shields must hold 

Through mist, the first arrow, it flies 

Battle, hold firm the line in battle 

Shoulder by shoulder, brothers at side 

We may stand victorious or fall 

This fine day, a fine day to die 

We shall fight and may die by the sword 

Cutting through flesh and bone, your sword 

My brother, our father taught you well 

But from behind the unseen blow 

Mortally wounded, down you tell 

Battle, hold firm the line in battle 

Shoulder by shoulder, brothers at side 

Silent by my side you did fall 

This was a fine day a fine day to die 

Brother, I'll keep your broken sword