Feel the heavy thunder Of carnage and morbid plunder Come now brethren and fight This land is ours by right To our gods we cry That we fear no to die Renewing strength thereby Cowardice is forsworn The enemy's waylaid Now leap into the fray Hack away and pray For glorious death, the battle born The clangor of steel rings loud Of fierce warriors so proud Keen to ascend the endless skies Where gleaming halls are prize Blades in sheaths are set Victory has been met None can forget Heaps of flesh lying torn The heavens they have earned For the end they yearn Then shall they return The glorious dead, the battle born For the battle we are bred Our banners on high you shall dread Our victims we behead All fear the battle born Doomsday come anon The final is foregone Awaiting still the dawn Of the glorious dead, the battle born