Weary wanderers Marching on and on What I used to be Weary wanderers Marching on and on What I used to be Now seems so long gone
Whether it's right or it's wrong
Cry havoc heathens No quarter for the other Valhalla here comes Another fallen brother
This day will be my renown In death I will go down And we charge across the field Though the resistance is strong This is where I belong For my fate has long been sealed
In the thick of it Comes our time to die They have come for us See them fly up high
Look at me choosers of the slain
Cry havoc heathens No quarter for the other Valhalla here comes Another fallen brother
This day will be my renown In death I will go down And we charge 'cross the field Though the resistance is strong This is where I belong For my fate has long been sealed