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
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