Some call us heroes and some call us fools And all say we’re destined for defeat But damn their eyes, if I must die At least I can do it on my feet The bitter old king and his sick regime Have pushed us all beyond the edge We’re brutal and cruel as we battle his rule For we learned from the tyrant’s tutelage Now’s our chance, choke down your pain We can end this bastard’s reign.
The battle line’s drawn All hope forlorn Prepare your souls There’s no happy ending in sight for us.
Listen my people and hear my words Harken to the voice of you lord The rebels decend, let’s make an end Of them: cannon and bullet and knife and sword Lay down your lives in defence of your king We’ll shore up the walls with the loyal dead Spill your blood in a crimson flood The wolves of war shall soon be fed Now our backs are to the wall, Stand your ground we shall not fall.
We go to war With tooth and claw Prepare your souls There’s no happy ending in sight for us
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So reload your rifles and whet your blades The midday sun calls us to fight Our sacrifice shall be the price Of doing our duty for what is right The names of our fallen shall long be sung In ballad and poem for years untold Let’s end the tale, we must not fail Be stalwart and true, my heroes bold There’s no refuge for defeat No surrender, no retreat.
The end comes near Face your fear Prepare your souls There’s no happy ending in sight for us