March for Revenge (By the Soldiers of Death) Manowar

Ride, ride, ride
Ride up from Hell

Armed with magic
Sons of Demons and men
This song of greeting
Written for your tragic end

So long our stride
The world doth tremble with fear
Black winds blow where we ride near
Maim and kill them
Take the women and children

Hot pitch and chain
Take to the air
Our ramming blades
Lay their ships hold bare

Steel meets steel
Axes, broadsword and shield
Their heads ride our spears
And bodies cover the fields
Maim and kill them
Take the women and children