Some call us heroes and some call us fools
And all say we’re destined for defeat
But damn their eyes, if I must die
At least I can do it on my feet
The bitter old king and his sick regime
Have pushed us all beyond the edge
We’re brutal and cruel as we battle his rule
For we learned from the tyrant’s tutelage
Now’s our chance, choke down your pain
We can end this bastard’s reign.
The battle line’s drawn
All hope forlorn
Prepare your souls
There’s no happy ending in sight for us.
Listen my people and hear my words
Harken to the voice of you lord
The rebels decend, let’s make an end
Of them: cannon and bullet and knife and sword
Lay down your lives in defence of your king
We’ll shore up the walls with the loyal dead
Spill your blood in a crimson flood
The wolves of war shall soon be fed
Now our backs are to the wall,
Stand your ground we shall not fall.
We go to war
With tooth and claw
Prepare your souls
There’s no happy ending in sight for us
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So reload your rifles and whet your blades
The midday sun calls us to fight
Our sacrifice shall be the price
Of doing our duty for what is right
The names of our fallen shall long be sung
In ballad and poem for years untold
Let’s end the tale, we must not fail
Be stalwart and true, my heroes bold
There’s no refuge for defeat
No surrender, no retreat.
The end comes near
Face your fear
Prepare your souls
There’s no happy ending in sight for us
