A procession of soldiers march   through the woods   vegeance is waiting to become true   the enemy's castle is there on the hill   a monument to our victory   through time will stand still   on the march!      Death is awaiting   our final day is come   praying the gods we are ready to die   make them hear our loud battle cry      battle is raging dead bodies everywhere   boiling oil and arrows   tear down the castle walls   five days under siege before our triumph   now another battle awaits   another march for life