Into Battle We Ride کے بول

Enemy approaching From the southern lands Christendom enslaving The people once free Under the banner of the cross they will serve Forced to pray to a god of the feeble Fearing the wrath of an impotent deity Praising a son so ignorant and mortal So gathered we our forces And joined our pagan armies War drums and horns resound For into battle we ride Eye to eye with enemies Our swords cut their flesh Their blood gushes on our faces Our blades smite their throats The purity of our spirits and blood Brings us strength and victory Tonight we will feast like never before Drinking Christian blood with wine My pulse is one with our war drums I howl as one with the war horns Fearless I stare at the enemy For into battle we ride