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