• We ride off to battle
    In are iron clad horses
    We ride off to battle
    In are thick and heavy armor
    We ride of to battle
    With no expression on are pale face
    We ride off to battle
    The smell of blood in the air
    Human blood
    We ride off to battle
    The darkens of the night
    Only causes even more fear
    We ride off to our resting place
    For we all know that we will die on this day
    But like the obedient dogs we must be
    We do nothing at all
    Except walk in to the battle field
    Wear death awaits