Sword at side or pen to write Our weapon in our heart more than in our hand.
To fall in the line or stand back to sing We witnessed the glory of many heroes' end.
We've marched aside the greatest of all, Whoever that is only the soul can tell. We sang for those who could never rest The Days of High Adventure, In our chests, will never end.
Aeons long gone and places unseen... Our life is lost between what wil be and what has been.
Commanding a fleet or sounding a charge Our souls will fill with ecstacy when we draw our swords
We'll never forget when we reigned on Aquilonia, Or fought aside the Albino Prince, Wear the Ring, Ride the Dragon, draw the Sword out of the Stone And blow your last breath into the Horn!
We've always been there We are the Riders of Doom One fate: Sword and Shield In Days of High Adventure We are born to die on the battlefield.