For Blood, Honour And Soil

Hark our steeds for present service neigh
We are legion
Soon our swords with English blood will meet
The signs of war advance
Behold the sun does shine upon the field
Hate is rising
Insert your spurs into your horse's hides
The banners of war advance
Glory is beckoning
with lustre and fame
We ignore the banners of truce
and set forth on our righteous claim
Our ranks are standing proud
Triumphant in heart
Awaiting the orders to march
with their lives most willing to part
Our swords will mark our stand
By glory this our right
Once more unto the field
Once more we stand and figh
Our triumph soon at hand
In battle shining brigh.

Glory is beckoning
with lustre and fame
We ignore the banners of truce
and set forth on our righteous claim
Our banners are hanging proud
with splendour and might
We ignore all dangers at hand
and set forth on our battle bright
Hark our steeds for present service neigh
We are legion
Soon our swords with English blood will meet
The signs of war advance
Behold the sun does shine upon the field
Hate is rising
Insert your spurs into your horse's hides
The banners of war advance
Our swords will mark our stand
By glory this our right
Once more unto the field
Once more we stand and figh
Our triumph soon at hand
In battle shining brigh.