March for Revenge (by the Soldiers of Death)

Ride, Ride, Ride, Ride Up From Hell Armed with magic sons of demons and men This song of greeting written for your tragic end. So long our stride the world doth tremble with fear Black winds blow where we ride near. Maim and kill them, take the women and children. Hot pitch and chain take to the air Our ramming blades lay their ships hold bare. Steel meets steel, axes, broadsword and shield. Their heads ride our spears and bodies cover the fields. Maim and kill them, take the women and children. Fallen brother as I hold closed your side I fear this wound your last. Mighty earth now doth drink your blood And I remember days long past. Your sacrifice so great, rest now take thy sleep For you shall not awake, let revenge be sweet. For when we march, your sword rides with me. For when we march, your sword rides with me. For when we march, your sword rides with me. For when we march, your sword rides with me. You who killed my brother and all who take your side This be your last hour. Let your steel be tried. Now turn to face me upon the timeless plane Kill me if you can. Death is life! By the full moon they rise from their graves. Through seas of blood, fighting with hell bent rage. Swear the creed of unity, by the circle of blood We are one, we know not fear! Born to fight not run. Maim and kill them, take the women and children.