| March of Cambreth |
| Axes flash, broadswords sing Shining armours peircing ring Houses run with a polished shield. Fight those bastrds 'till they yield. Mid-night mare, 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 and drop Foes like our are 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 will teach them the ways of war, They won't come here anymore Use your shield and use your head. Fight 'till everyone is dead. Raise the flag up into 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, Fight as one with heart and soul. Mid-night mare, 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?! Axes flash, broadswords sing, Shining armour piercing ring. Houses run with a polished shield. Fight those bastards 'till they yield. Mid-night mare, 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? How many of them can we make die? Return to Heather Alexander Return to Lyrics Home Page |