Rolling dice of fate
 Like a thousand times before
 [bad word] play their games
 And the young men march to war 

 They're righteous in their minds
 Justified to kill
 Believing to serve their god
 Being servants to his will 

 The sacred soldiers 

 No time to give it thought
 No need to understand
 When ones who pull the strings
 Place weapons in their hands 

 Never shed a tear
 For those about to die
 For victory in war
 Any given price is right 

 The sacred soldiers
 March into war 

 Sheltered by guardian angels
 The sons of holy cause
 Against all evil strangers
 Marching to war
 Like men of thousand ages
 The final curtain falls
 Against all evil strangers
 Marching to war 

 Marching to... marching to... marching to war