March On

Stripped from my rights
Forced to work for my life
My only purpose is to serve the master
The one I truly despise

Pitchfork as my weapon I shall now revolt
Dethrone the evil overlord

We make up in numbers what we lack in strength
We lose nothing upon death

March
On
March
On

Great losses for greater good
Concept we never understood
Reclaim your possessions with brute force
It was there for yours to take

As our siege unfolds I wonder
If this bloodshed turns the tides of the future

No more am I a slave of my own land
The spoils are now ours to reap
Our numbers are not what they used to be
But the strength of my force is unrivalled

Why do they march
Towards our keep
What are they marching
For

We make up in numbers what we lack in strength
We lose nothing upon death

March
On
March
On



Credits
Writer(s): Atte Heikkilä
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