Some call us heroes and some call
us fools
And all say we’re destined for
defeat
But damn their eyes, if I must
die
At least I can do it on my feet
The bitter old king and his sick
regime
Have driven us all beyond the
edge
We’re brutal and cruel as we
battle his rule
For we learned from the tyrant’s
tutelage
Now’s our chance, choke back your
pain
We can end this bastard’s reign
The battle line’s drawn
All hope forlorn
Prepare your souls
There’s no happy ending in sight
for us
Listen my people and hear my
words
Harken to the voice of your lord
The rebels descend, let’s make an
end of them
Cannon and bullet and knife and
sword
Lay down your lives in defence of
your king
We’ll shore up the walls with the
loyal dead
Spill your blood in a crimson
flood
The wolves of war shall soon be
fed
Now our backs are to the wall
Stand your ground we shall not
fall
We go to war
With tooth and claw
Prepare your souls
There’s no happy ending in sight
for us
So reload your rifles and whet
your blades
The noonday sun calls us to fight
Our sacrifice shall pay the price
Of doing our duty for what is
right
The names of our fallen shall
long be sung
In ballad and poem for years
untold
Let’s end the tale, we must not
fail
Be stalwart and true, my heroes
bold
There’s no refuge for defeat
No surrender, no retreat!
The end comes near
Face your fear
Prepare your souls
There’s no happy ending, no happy
ending, no happy ending in sight
for us