A procession of soldiers march

through the woods

vegeance is waiting to become true

the enemy's castle is there on the hill

a monument to our victory

through time will stand still

on the march!



Death is awaiting

our final day is come

praying the gods we are ready to die

make them hear our loud battle cry



battle is raging dead bodies everywhere

boiling oil and arrows

tear down the castle walls

five days under siege before our triumph

now another battle awaits

another march for life