Some call us heroes and some call us fools
 And all say we’re destined for defeat
 But [bad word] their eyes, if I must die
 At least I can do it on my feet
 The bitter old king and his sick regime
 Have pushed us all beyond the edge
 We’re [bad word] and [bad word] as we battle [bad word]  For we learned from the tyrant’s tutelage
 Now’s our chance, choke down your pain
 We can end this [bad word] 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 you lord
 The rebels decend, 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
 [bad word] 
So reload your rifles and whet your blades
 The midday sun calls us to fight
 Our sacrifice shall be 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 [bad word]  my heroes bold
 There’s no refuge for defeat
 No surrender, no retreat.

The [bad word] near
 Face your fear
 Prepare your souls
 There’s no happy ending in sight for us