Oh my love, my life,
The battlefield is my home
Your arms my temple.
Home is where i get salvation
My thirst for blood quenched,
In your bossom serenity i perceive.
Honour those who fight with me
Glory we receive as our enemies perish.
A lot of lives i have burdened on me
A lot of blood i have drained.
Ease me of my guilt, of my sorrow and pain
Oh my Goddess, i come to you
Your arms my temple
Let me pray
Let me pray!!!
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