• As the fighter lifts his sword.
    As the fighter lifts his sheild.
    Wasting no breath on any word,
    Never to the foe will he yeild.
    Oblivious to the world around,
    On his foe his attention rests.
    Standing, allways, on his ground.
    Simple soldiers just are pests,
    As he and enemy fight,
    Fight for all it's worth,
    Let those who win be right,
    They fought for all it's worth.
    Lest the foe win,
    Their deaths were in vain!
    Weeping will be the soldiers' kin,
    For those who had been slain!
    Lest the heroes win,
    Their deaths were not in vain!
    Rejoiceing will be the soldiers' kin,
    The enemy walks ne're again!