Woorden:
Twin Obscenity For Blood Honour 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

names Riders of the imperial guard heroic and brave like the kings of the realm Riders of the imperial guard bravery adorn their resolute hearts The blood

They raised their swords as if to pierce the skies Ignoring all others Their weapons forged by daemon-hands Enslaved since the time of creation The skies

A lonely man on a lonely journey Bewildering ways he rode The heavens did not treat him fairly And the winds did chill him to the bones Through icy

fight upon the morning field To join in battle under the sun Stout men mounted on armour'd steeds Awaiting fair triumph or to join with the gods Longing for