On fields of war, we had to grow
 A bloody rage, a hear of stone
 That's what we have learned

 When bullets fly, above your head
 No time to lose, there's no regret
 It's fight or be dead

 Soldiers marching on, the last command
 Young souls raising hell, rain of fire
 Warcries fill the air, will this ever end?

 They kill for greed, not peace to find
 Forget the past, don't look behind
 Don't stand in the line
 A secret plan for mind control, the price of life?
 Expendable, that's what we all are

 Soldiers marching, for the final stand
 On their road to hell, load your guns
 When sirens scream the end, living in despair

 When a lonely child prays to the sky
 Dreaming of kingdoms, of ages gone by
 When a million voices join as one
 A new star is born, the king claims his crown

 March, they march, in the rain and mud
 Lords of torment and disorder
 Flashing lights, in the dead of the night
 Heralds of attack and violence

 Burning in the flame, of unholy forces
 Locked in a spell, you'll never be free
 Gazing at the sun, looking for a vengeance
 Black soul, blood red steel

 Pouring on the land, like a rain of evil
 Sewers of the storm, leaders in command
 Marching in the rage, of a magic winter or a fiery sand