Soldier Of Fortune

Again the soldiers march

March under the moon

We know no better destiny

The Sound of clanging steel,

Is our life

Camp-fires our home.

We pray no gods of war

No cross no rune

Shall ever shine upon our way

Our sword rule our fate

Our shield our spear

Our courage, our fear.

Soldiers march to war

Soldier of Fortune rides

Your reward is to live another day

Soldiers of Fortune ride

Heart with no cause

Eyes with no pride

Let kings decide whether you live or die.

We live a life of war

Of death and wounds

No one waiting for our return

Memories are now mixed

With fantasies

And now all are regrets.

Great emperors that marched

To countless wars

Shall cast their name in history

Our blood still on the field,

Our name unknown

We die alone.