Haggemy - The Fortune, The Fame

I want to feel the battle cry when demons ride with hate
I want to feel the thrill of lust, randes-vous with fate
Take me to the halls of fire I will march to war
Let me see the blazing guns, that's what I'm living for

We are marching straight to fight, on silver wings of dawn
Dark blue clouds are gathering, we go into the storm
Trained machines, oil not blood, leave noone alive
With the first beams of red sun in bloodbath we will dive

Through dust, through fire, through smoke
We're running, young hungry wolfes
We're trained to be the dogs of war
Through battle we'll run after you

Never mind such small things like pain or death
Never let fear make you kneel
Don't look back, have no fear, the fortune the fame
God will bless, blood will seal

Never mind...
Pain, death and fear..
God will bless..
Blood will seal!