The Voices of the Dead

Iron legions march

Hunting down the enemy

See them curs on the run

Spare no one but one

One to tell the tale

Of our fearsome array

One to spread the word

That blood and honor are reborn!

Blood and honor call

In the voice of the dead

Roll back the stone

And claim thy father's sword!

I will stand by your side

Though long-lost be the fight

We will hold the line

Like three hundred Spartans brave

Those who bleed with me

Shall my true brothers be

And should we fall this day

In Valhalla we'll meet again!

Blood and honor call

In the voice of the dead

Roll back the stone

And claim thy father's sword!