March of Cambreadth
Axes
flash, broadsword swing,
Shining
armor's piercing ring
Horses
run with polished shield,
Fight
Those Bastards till 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!
Follow
orders as you're told,
Make Their Yellow
Blood Run Cold
Fight until you
die or drop,
A Force
Like Ours is Hard to Stop
Close
your mind to stress and pain,
Fight
till You're No Longer Sane
Let not
one damn cur pass by,
How Many
of Them Can We Make Die!
Guard
your women and children well,
Send
These Bastards Back to Hell
We'll
teach them the ways of war,
They
Won't Come Here Any More
Use your
shield and use your head,
Fight
till Every One 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 a Marching Drum
We'll win
the war and pay the toll,
We'll
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!
(repeat
first verse)
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