Follow us with your swords raised high,
let everyone hear our battlecry.
For glory and love, let us fight,
with steel and blood and minds set right.
But it's only a fool man's dream.
To find glory where people scream.
Where people hope and weep and die.
In a place where the dead men lie.
We fight 'til the sun climbs high,
but we can't stop asking why.
Why do we fight, why do we die?
Why do we make our loved ones cry?
But we shall fight, night and day,
thus we chose our way.
We shall fight and we shall die,
in a place where dead men lie.
The days are filled with horror,
the nights with greater sorrow.
Remember your loved one'