March of Cambreadth

Axes flash, broadsword swing
Shining armor's piercing ring
Horses run with polish shield
Fight those bastards 'till they yield
Midnight mare and blood red roan
Fight to keep this land your own
Sound the horn and call the cry
How many of them can we make die

Follow orders as your told
Make their yellow blood run cold
Fight until you die or drop
A force like ours is hard to stop
Close your mind to stress and pain
Fight 'till you're no longer sane
Let not one damn cur pass by
How many of them can we make die

Guard your women and children well
Send those bastards back to hell
We'll track them the ways of war
They won't come here anymore
Use your shield and use your head
Fight 'till everyone is dead
Raise the flag up to the sky
How many of them can we make die

Dawn has broke, time has come
Move your feet to the marching drum
We'll win the war and pay the toll
We'll fight as one in heart and soul
Midnight mare and blood red roan
Fight to keep this land your own
Sound the horn and call the cry
How many of them can we make die

Axes flash, broadsword swing
Shining armor's piercing ring
Horses run with polish shield
Fight those bastards 'till they yield
Midnight mare and blood red roan
Fight to keep this land your own
Sound the horn and call the cry
How many of them can we make die