Battle March 

Tarry not, the hour is nigh.

Leap of faith or lay down to die?

The oracle's words burn and fly.

A blood bath comes to our front door.

Blade in hand, stand and roar!

For the Honor of our people, nothing more.

The shields sing, as the swords do dance;

"Forward March!" Bow and lance!

Embrace your death in this bloody romance.

A crimson river has drowned the quarrels.

The conquered bow and offer laurels,

The battlefield has supped on human morals.