Valiantly Their Souls March On Home

Fight to the death From sword to fiery ash, from honor to tale engraved stone That they did until their final breath Oh, the places that they'd roam From soul to eternity in the abyss, from the crack of every bone to the life they had always known And the tasks they'd undergo To finally find that place called home Listen, to the tale that their loss would bestow From glory to the shadows, from the bash of every shield To the meaning that they yield From victory to loss, from their deaths to the banner waving in the breeze To their burning corpses consecrating this bloody battlefield Still to this day if you listen to the wind you can hear them cry in agony as the drum roll beats echoing beyond the trees.