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Destined to die as we march

The march of death

Bare feets on hard ground, and with open wounds..

Every step is like a million

March of Death

No clothes, only rags, the wind is cold as ice

through my body and soul

The march of death

Thoughts are put aside, it's unbearable

I live 'cause I'm a warrior at soul!

Whipped, beaten and bruised

The march of death

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 death

Where are my brave ones ?

My soldiers?

My men at war?

Where are your heart !?!

They got lost in this march of death

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 kill my spirit, nor my early life

I'll see you on Vallhalla my men!!

'cause we lost our lives fighting the march of death

Be brave! Dont feel sorrow, dont feel pain

Be a warrior at soul.. ...