Gallantly we ride our swords held to the sky stained with blood for all to see iron clad, we charge our minds stark raving mad on we ride towards victory screaming with pride our Battle Cry
This endless game we fear not misery nor pain and should we die be it not in pain screaming with pride our Battle Cry
(Chorus) Side by side swords held high screaming with pride our Battle Cry
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Thousands died and surely more will have to try screaming out their Battle CryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
