March
(Indisponível)
Breaking of the silent dawn
Through a field red from blood
With pride, we march among the dead
Maimed bodies lie buried in mud
March!
Driven by the smell of death
Covered with blood of our enemies
We will march till the very end
Keeping heads as trophies
March!
Until death claims our souls
March!
Until death claims our souls
Charge!
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