Rolling dice of fate Like a thousand times before The rulers play their games And the young men march to war
They're righteous in their minds Justified to kill Believing to serve their god Being servants to his will
The sacred soldiers
No time to give it thought No need to understand When ones who pull the strings Place weapons in their hands
Never shed a tear For those about to die For victory in war Any given price is right
The sacred soldiers March into war
Sheltered by guardian angels The sons of holy cause Against all evil strangers Marching to war Like men of thousand ages The final curtain falls Against all evil strangers Marching to war