The Battle

As we march on to war
We face our destiny
As we march on towards
A battle with our enemies
As we fight for our lands
Their defeat is in our hands
As we win they will fall
Field of victory we stand tall
As I march with pride
I see my enemy up ahead
Gnashing teeth and bloodshot eyes
Soon they will all be dead
Fear races as I clutch my sword
Hungry for battles rage
Towards the battlefield we call home
Surrounded by an invisible cage
I enter the fray
Like a bat out of hell
As I swing my sword
The bastard fell
I turn around and swing my axe
It cuts right through his head
I look around in triumph that
Both if them are dead
I rip the axe from his head
Look up and shout who's next
Praying to Thor to send more ships
My bloodthirst still unquenched
The banners raised victoriously
We ride on conquering all we see