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Marching on the fields of the old land

The cross on our chest and swords in our hands

We march to free the land of the enemies

For God for faith and for our beliefs

We fear no pain

We’re the first to strike

And the last ones to surrender

You can die in this life

Or live the life and die without trying

I see trouble in the north

Sounds of trumpets echoed in the air

We fear no pain

We’re the first to strike

And the last ones…

We are the warriors

Warriors of God

Warriors of metal

God I have faith,

My question is simple,

Have you also faith in me?

We fear no pain

We’re the first to strike

And the last ones…

We are the warriors

Warriors of God

Warriors of metal

God I have faith,

My question is simple,

Have you also faith in me?

I want to be great for the simple fact of trying

My soul seeks something new to conquer