One, Two, Three and Here Goes The Martyr

One, Two, Three and Here Goes the Martyr
by Jimmy Crowley
As the sun is rising on the dawning day
We charge through the forest
Slaying Every beast in sight
Suddenly I see
A pack of Minotaurs
who challenge us to fight

Drawing Blood Covered Swords
As we scream the battle chords
Get ready for the fight
I'll be a hero tonight

Steam rises from the bodies of the fallen
in the cold dead of winter
we ride on and remember our fallen brothers
we enter the village of the enemy
Rape and pillage the barbarians
In this battle of the century

Drawing Blood Covered Swords
As we scream the battle chords
Get ready for the fight
I'll be a hero tonight
(WHOA WHOOOOOA WHOOOOOOOOA WHOA)

Swords clash
Blood flows from the armor
More bodies fall to the ground
I must claim victory now
I charge at the leader
With glory on my back
To cut off his head

Drawing Blood Covered Swords
As we scream the battle chords
Get ready for the fight
I'll be a hero tonight

Victory is ours
As we return home
Remember the fallen
and honor their souls
the day is ours

Raising Golden Swords
Cheering Battle Chords
Winning the greatest fight
I am a hero tonight