Weary wanderers

Marching on and on

What I used to be

Now seem so long gone

Whether it´s right or it´s wrong

Cry havoc heathens

No quarter for the other

Valhalla here comes

Another fallen brother

This day will be my renown

In death I will go down

And we charge across the field

Though the resistance is strong

This is where I belong

For my fate has long been sealed

In the thick of it

Comes our time to die

They have come for us

See them fly up high

Look at me choosers of the slain

Cry havoc heathens

No quarter for the other

Valhalla here comes

Another fallen brother

This day will be my renown

In death I will go down

And we charge across the field

Though the resistance is strong

This is where I belong

For my fate has long been sealed