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
