Destined to die as we march
The march of d**h
Bare feets on hard ground, and with open wounds..
Every step is like a million
March of d**h
No clothes, only rags, the wind is cold as ice
Through my body and soul
The march of d**h
Thoughts are put aside, it's unbearable
I live 'cause I'm a warrior at soul!
Whipped, beaten and bruised
The march of d**h
In the horizon : The final resting place
Dragged by dark men, as slaves
In this foreign world
With hollow eyes I witness my men
Through this march of d**h
Where are my brave ones ?
My soldiers?
My men at war?
Where are your heart !?!
They got lost in this march of d**h
I'll rather die!!!
Than bow at their feets
I'll rather die!!!
Than slave their world
I take this stone and chrush my skull
May all my fellow men do the same
They couldn't k** my spirit, nor my early life
I'll see you on Vallhalla my men!!
'cause we lost our lives fighting the march of d**h
Be brave! Dont feel sorrow, dont feel pain
Be a warrior at soul.. ...