Soldier-ask not, now or ever,
Where to war your banners go
Anarch's Legions all surround us,
Strike! And do not count the blow!
Blood and sorrow, pain unending
This is a soldier's day.
Thou hast no understanding
of a soldier's pain.
No glory, only hell
Exist in a soldier's life.
and many soldiers once fell
under the enemy's knife
Glory, Honour-Praise and Profit
of this you must care not
To fight one must always be fit
To die one must fear not.
Strike! Strike! Never stop
and never count the blow
Soldier, you must care not
Where to war your banners... go. Daniel Barbeiro - bfe03567@mail.telepac.pt
