Paroles de On The March

A procession of soldiers march through the woods vegeance is waiting to become true the enemy's castle is there on the hill a monument to our victory through time will stand still on the march! Death is awaiting our final day is come praying the gods we are ready to die make them hear our loud battle cry battle is raging dead bodies everywhere boiling oil and arrows tear down the castle walls five days under siege before our triumph now another battle awaits another march for life