Heading the rumble
We bring out the might
The dying, the fallen, the brave

Fire up the jumble
Crack out the sky
Raging through hardy shock waves

Their numbers are doubled
No wrong nor right
Either enslave or be enslaved

Out in the struggle
Fight for your lives
No country, no king, no homeland

Oh! The valley of death they rode
Aiming down below
Into the mouth of hell
Where their bodies will forever dwell

Do and die
Not to reason why
The calm before the storm will bring a heavy sigh
Do and die
Make no reply
Through the jaws of death - theirs but to do and die

All in the gamble
Fall the three-of-a-kind
The kings, the queens and the knaves

Build up their crumble
Trigger off the night
Digging their tomb and their graves

Damaged and troubled
Caught up in fright
Heads a-roll by the slay

The trail of rubble
None left behind
No spoils, no prisoners, no slaves