Weary wanderers
Marching on and on
What I used to be
Now seems so long gone
Whether it's right or it's wrong
Cry havoc heathens
No quarter for the other
Valhalla here comes
This day will be my renown
In death I will go down
And we charge across the field
Though the resistance is strong
This is where I belong
For my fate has long been sealed
In the thick of it
Comes our time to die
They have come for us
See them fly up high
Look at me choosers of the slain
Cry havoc heathens
No quarter for the other
Valhalla here comes
This day will be my renown
In death I will go down
And we charge 'cross the field
Though the resistance is strong
This is where I belong
For my fate has long been sealed
Cry havoc heathens
No quarter for the other
Valhalla here comes
This day will be my renown
In death I will go down
And we charge 'cross the field
Though the resistance is strong
This is where I belong
For my fate has long been sealed
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