The Fighting Man

I'm a son of the north, the viking creed
plundering and pillaging the seven seas
I am a celt, in defial
of the invasion of my celtic isles
I'm the teuton, the Germanic one
uniting my tribes against the hun
I'm a vandal, a visigoth
giving Atilla all I've got

It's all in the name of honor
Something many don't understand
I would choose death before dishonor
Because I am a fighting man
I'm the sacred order, in a holy fight
protector of the grail, the Templar knight
I am a prince, forged in fire
defending my nation
from the Ottoman Empire
I am the minute man, the patriotic creed
fighting for freedom against tyranny
I am Hussar, I ride on a horse
through the valley of death is my course

I'm the Free Corp, my shirt is brown
smashing the Reds in every town
I'm the storm trooper, a knight in black
defender of Berlin in the final attack
I'm the new warrior, stark and mean
I stand faithful with my head shorn clean
I'm the guiding light in the final hour
come follow me, I've got the power!