Draugr on the frontline

No bend, no fall.
The strongest who fought at the oldest war call.
First into what were reigned, first into sword clash.
My axe cuts deep where the battle lines crash.
From hill that covers my blind side, strikes true and fast.
We've done this before, and this war is our past.
Legions may crumble, and kings may run.
We stand like mountains till the battle is done.
No softness, no yielding, no room for retreat.