Swadian Knights Marching Song

To the tune of Panzerlied

  If it storms or snows, if the sun smiles on us

  The day burning hot, or ice cold the night,

  Dusty our faces, but joyful is our mind, yes, our mind

  Our horses neigh in the storm's wind.

  Our horses neigh in the storm's wind.

  With thundering hooves, as fast as lightning

  Against the enemies, sheltered in our plate

  Ahead of our comrades, in battle we charge alone, we charge

  alone.

  So we charge deep in the enemy's ranks

  So we charge deep in the enemy's ranks  

If a hostile force appears before us,

  Full throttle and charge at the enemy, orders will be given

  What do our lives matter for our Kingdom's army? Yes,

  Kingdom's army.

To die for Swadia is our highest honor.

  To die for Swadia is our highest honor.

 

With obstacles and spears the opponent holds us up,

  We laugh about it and don't charge upon them.

  And crossbows threaten before us, hidden in the yellow sand, yes, yellow sand.

 

We search our way that none other found.

  We search our way that none other found.

 

And if we're left behind by treacherous luck,

  And if we can't return back home anymore,

  If Death's bullet finds us, and fate calls us away, yes, us away.

 

Then our plate will become an iron grave.

  Then our plate will become an iron grave.

Submitted April 29, 2017 at 07:57PM by The_Count_Klargus http://ift.tt/2pwpklt