In the hills gather men with steel Nothing can stop their might They got the power to defeat To the death each man will fight Spirits raised the swords are drawn Cries of thunder from their soul From the height they swoop like hawks To the land their father's home Into battle steel will strike To the slaughter men will die Up ahead the shields are raised Like a silver wall they stand On with marching to the drums Wearing uniforms so grand To the bugle call they charge To the seven swords they run Up ahead the warriors meet No surrender no retreat Into battle steel will strike To the slaughter men will die Through the flesh the blades are plunged Into the hearts of men so bold Fighting on with freedom swords To overthrow the overlords Killing men across the range Who they see before their eyes Through the eyes of anguished pain They slowly crumble down and die Into battle steel will strike To the slaughter men will die With a blow the last man falls And the silence raise a fear All around lay men of war Men who fought for what they believed In the sky the warriors meet The gentle wind blows a breeze A silent mist returns to steal it Into battle steel will strike To the slaughter men will die