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