march on my brothers in arms
to the fields of which we forfeit our lives
let the stench of blood fuel your lungs and bloodlust
due west be our enemies
can you see the oceans of spears
can you taste the fear in the air as we bring war?
form ranks and sound the charge
we press on to meet our fates and prize
to glorious ends and our path to ascension
they surround us
no telling if we will live or die
but by our blades they will lay
the trails among us
are only obsticles played by our minds
and our heavy hearts
honor guide me
bless the blade
that kisses flesh
that hastenes death
bring rise to the flames
let these worms see their demise
nothing but darkness leads me now
the silence of the fallen fields
though honor claimed the soul is lost
until were here again
march on my brothers in arms
to the fields of which we forfeit our lives
let the stench of blood fuel your lungs and bloodlust
due east be our enemies
can you see the oceans of spears
can you taste the fear in the air as we bring war?
the sounding charge
such music to my ears
the shirlling screams bring me home
and as the day drags on
well stack the bodies high
to let our rivals know
of our resolve and unending thrist
to see the lights leave their eyes
oh noble dead who now lay among
these battlefields be forgotten not
the crowds will sing upon our return
of darkend days lightened by our edges swung
and the vanquished slayed in valor
and the courage forged in night
and no end of this doom is in sight
I see the vultures circle
I see the murders of crows
The valley painted in red
this blood on our hands must be washed by anothers life
by anothers life
those who live by the sword
perish
those who die by the blade
dream no more
