Battle March کے بول

Stride into the fray And ride on the wings of your demise Today of all days Is a glorious day to die None shall remember why we fought Till our final breath But if battle pleases the gods I shall sing to Odin for a warriors death Battle march I fear no marauder's blade Nor witch or wizard's spell Fight I shall until I breathe no more And heed the call of the death knell Ascend shall I to the gates of Valhalla Cleansed in heavenly showers The gates open wide in welcome As I enter treading on the skulls of cowards Battle march Stride into the fray And ride on the wings of your demise Alone in the dark Far from the light My sword is by my side War-torn in the cold The battle wages on Bloodlust, instinct, never ending War! Ride in battle, sons of Odin Ride into battle, march! Battle march