Taste Of Death

Nightriders’ falling from the Sky
Get ready, brother
You know, it’s time to say goodbye
To your son, punter

Was amazing to fight by your side
I’m glad, partner
I hope to see you on the other side
Don’t be late, brother

Here, we
Stand to
Fight our
Last
Battle
Against the
Foe

Here we will go, here we’re gonna die
Here we will stay, we will stand in line
Here we will fight, we’ll fight for your life
The fire of honour is burning my mind

Here we’ll go my friend
Feel the taste of death