March of the Tanith

Axes flash, broadswords swing
Shining armors' piercing ring
Horses run with polished shield
Fight those [bad word] 'til they yield

Midnight mare, 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 you're told
Make their yellow blood run cold
Fight until you die or drop
force like ours is hard to stop

Close your mind to stress and pain
Fight 'til you're no longer sane
Let not one [bad word] cur pass by
How many of them can we make die?

Guard your women and children well
Send these [bad word] back to Hell
We'll teach them the ways of war
And they won't come here anymore

Use your shield and use your head
Fight 'til everyone is dead
Raise the flag up to the sky
How many of them can we make die?

Dawn has broke, the time has come
Move your feet to the marching drum
We'll win the war and pay the toll
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, broadswords swing
Shining armors' piercing ring
Horses run with polished shield
Fight those [bad word] 'til 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?
How many of them can we make die?
How many of them can we make die?