Gallantly we ride
our swords held to the sky
stained with blood for all to see
iron clad, we charge
our minds stark raving mad
on we ride towards victory
screaming with pride
our Battle Cry
This endless game
we fear not misery nor pain
and should we die
be it not in pain
screaming with pride
our Battle Cry
(Chorus) Side by side
swords held high
screaming with pride
our Battle Cry
Chorus
Thousands died
and surely more will have to try
screaming out thier
Battle Cry
