The march we make
Will take us nowhere
With reach and favor
From kings and saviors
So am I
Am I coming
To the dragon's den to die
While your bride unblinking
Is watching over me
Woo
Take sight of your leaders
This war is over
The stampede of their stallions
Won't carry them home
Their shields will break
And shatter
To serve as heads
On platters
We all march