Off With Their Heads

We marched on through England
With horns on our heads
With blood on our boots
And with pride in our chest
With the towers we toppled
Laid siege from the west
And the comrades at sea crushed the British naval ships

Like poverty we wont be stopped 'till we're fed
Grab royalty and yell
Off with their heads!
Their men will be cut down
When they meet our shield wall
With our courage and our swords
All their armies will fall

Out on the battlefield
In the face of the horde
The cowards will run while the faithful beg the lord
As we charge to the enemy and brace for impact
A sword catches me by surprise and I stumble back

Valhalla I'm coming
My world fades to black
My beloved I'm sorry
I'm not coming back
I've been slain in battle
During the attack
Grateful to die fighting with my honour intact

So my body lays broken
With a sword through my chest
I stare at the sky
As I take my last breath
I lay with my brothers
Each body a wreck
The Valkyries will come to strip my soul from my flesh

To my brothers who have fallen
In peace may they rest
May the lands that we have conquered be an epitaph for them
No mercy for England
No peaceful nights rest
Through the centuries that pass
May we never forget