The March of Cambreadth
"Axes flash, broadswords swing Shining armors’ piercing ring Horses run with polished shield Fight those bastards ‘til they yield Midnight mare, blood red roan Fight to keep this land your own Sound the horn and call the cry How many of them can we make die? Follow orders as you’re told Make their yellow blood run cold Fight until you die or drop A force like ours is hard to stop Close your mind to stress and pain Fight ‘til you’re no longer sane Let not one damn cur pass by How many of them can we make die? Guard your women and children well Send these bastards back to Hell We’ll teach them the ways of war And they won’t come here anymore Use your shield and use your head Fight ‘til everyone is dead Raise the flag up to the sky How many of them can we make die? Dawn has broke, the time has come Move your feet to the marching drum We’ll win the war and pay the toll Fight as one in heart and soul Midnight mare and blood red roan Fight to keep this land your own Sound the horn and call the cry How many of them can we make die? Axes flash, broadswords swing Shining armors’ piercing ring Horses run with polished shield Fight those bastards ‘til they yield Midnight mare and blood red roan Fight to keep this land your own Sound the horn and call the cry How many of them can we make die?" Heather Alexander - March of Cambreadth. Suggest you folkks give it a listen, very good stuff.
"Axes flash, broadswords swing Shining armors’ piercing ring Horses run with polished shield Fight those bastards ‘til they yield Midnight mare, blood red roan Fight to keep this land your own Sound the horn and call the cry How many of them can we make die? Follow orders as you’re told Make their yellow blood run cold Fight until you die or drop A force like ours is hard to stop Close your mind to stress and pain Fight ‘til you’re no longer sane Let not one damn cur pass by How many of them can we make die? Guard your women and children well Send these bastards back to Hell We’ll teach them the ways of war And they won’t come here anymore Use your shield and use your head Fight ‘til everyone is dead Raise the flag up to the sky How many of them can we make die? Dawn has broke, the time has come Move your feet to the marching drum We’ll win the war and pay the toll Fight as one in heart and soul Midnight mare and blood red roan Fight to keep this land your own Sound the horn and call the cry How many of them can we make die? Axes flash, broadswords swing Shining armors’ piercing ring Horses run with polished shield Fight those bastards ‘til they yield Midnight mare and blood red roan Fight to keep this land your own Sound the horn and call the cry How many of them can we make die?" Heather Alexander - March of Cambreadth. Suggest you folkks give it a listen, very good stuff.