[Written by Briody & Conklin]



On the battlefield we fight with all our might

Valor and honor is our right

The bloody battlefield where men and sons have tried

To stand for what is good and what is right



Only the steel will win the day

Cold sword of the brave (Cold is the blade)

Pure hearts bring us to truth

Is it the heart of the brave or the cold of the blade



The hand of death has choked me many times

I've denied the reaper of this prize

The chill of death freezes me at night

I entrust the mighty steel held high



I've stood upon the moors, looked over many lands

That were conquered by the brave and their might

Searching for the answer, the riddle of the steel

What will win the day and take the fight



The power within us stronger than any steel

Wages battle and brings us peace

Souls of our fathers, their blood we carry on

We meet again our final release