Last Ride of the Wicked Dead

The war is actually begun
Is life so dear or peace so sweet
As to be purchased at the price
Of chains and slavery? I say
Give me liberty or give me death
The last ride of the wicked dead
The last ride of the wicked dead
Bruised and broken
This last ride's a token
Found life in death
Gold in steel
A band of brothers
Against all others
Who tried to hold us down
The last ride of the wicked dead
The last ride of the wicked dead
So sound our final battle cry
And raise the skull and cross high
They can't take us alive
If we're already dead
The last ride of the wicked dead
The last ride of the wicked dead
We were young when we pledged to keep the faith
But the fife and drum are strangers now
And the world goes on without us
Without us
Without us