Weary wanderers
Marching on and on
What I used to be

Now seems so long gone

Whether it's right or it's wrong


Cry havoc heathens
No quarter for the other

Valhalla here comes
Another fallen brother


This day will be my renown
In death I will go down
And we charge across the field

Though the resistance is strong
This is where I belong
For my fate has long been sealed


In the thick of it
Comes our time to die

They have come for us
See them fly up high


Look at me choosers of the slain

Cry havoc heathens

No quarter for the other
Valhalla here comes
Another fallen brother


This day will be my renown
In death I will go down

And we charge 'cross the field
Though the resistance is strong
This is where I belong

For my fate has long been sealed