You doubt your strength or courage
 [bad word] to join with me
For death surely waits you
With sharp and pointy teeth
An animal so vicious
No others fought and won
So on the field of battle
We are the chosen ones
Human bones blanket the dirt
Of the heathens lair
That we must pass this den of death
The only path from here
But I walk in the light
The time to die [bad word] 
No-one shall take my life
I'm of the chosen ones
Black shadows fill the sky
As the creatures eyes grow near
Raise the shield of the holy pilgrims
High into the air
Heavens powers fill my arms
Onward now to fight I'm sent
Oh the beast [bad word] 
To put you to the test

[solo: Mustaine]

Lookout!
Now this land is mine to pillage
Rape, and steal, and take at will
Never let you cross this path
I reign for now I stay to kill