Thunderbolt - Black Horde

We are black clad warriors
Silver skull upon our heads
We will show the emperor
That anger can't be quenched
No land to claim our own no more
Just the road we're marching on

We followed our duke and leader
To his death, and with gloom
Fought on with abandon and courage
Our future is of no concern
For us the tome of warfare rests
On a page that can't be turned
A crossroad in Belgium somewhere
They call it Quatre Bras
We'll fight the French aggressor
The mighty Bonaparte!
For us the tome of warfare rests
On a page that can't be turned

The black horde marches through the eye of war
Building rage and scorn, with a righteous fire
So ease down your praise

Aim your gun well
Let the bastards get close
Be wise, old friend
Abandon all hope
Home lies beyond
The curtains of death
Vanquish tomorrow
This may be the end
So long...

The black horde marches through the eye of war
Building rage and scorn, with a righteous fire
So ease down your praise

The black horde marches through the eye of war
Building rage and scorn, with a righteous fire
So ease down your praise
These are darkest of days