Warriors in Cashmere Sweaters, and Their Triumph

Ound like thunder, mighty warriors, cries of terror in the air
Smell like sulfur, blood like rivers, flesh and bone will break and tear.
Taste of terror, smell their fear now, smell of burning flesh and hair

We will fight
We will fall
We will rise
To conquer again

Run, you know your final day has come
The angels will cry for you.
Fight you know your dying day has come
Valhalla is yours today.

Rise
Fight again
Cast
Shields aside
Rise
Fight again
Cast
Shields aside
Now we die

We will fight till the end of the age
With perfect shields we’ll rise again
We will ride till the end of our days
Taking lives by the steel
Never to rise again

Raise your sword
Cut them down like the harvest
Slay them one by one

Fight, fight, fight
Clashing steel and cleaving bone.
I will choose to die alone
Fight, fight, fight
Clashing steel and cleaving bone
I will choose to die alone.