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Facing the enemy fear and insanity Fight with your back to the wall Horses are falling no quarter is given Ravens will feast on them all Gather your strength and ride through the storm No one will catch you alive It weather of blades and as twilight sets in This is the final goodbye Marching on - You'll be the last one to fall Marching on - You'll be the last one to fall Bereft of all dignity, pain and depravity No one will live through this day The sound of the suffering left as an offering Souls sent to Valhalla's gates You stand in the rain as you fought through it all Tomorrow will never appear Embracing your fate as the dusk closes in Blood is the prize of the brave Marching on - You'll be the last one to fall Marching on - Letras de cancionesYou'll be the last one to fall Bereft of all dignity Blood is the prize of the brave No one will live through this day Souls sent to Valhalla's gates Ride through the storm Song of the sword You'll be marching on You'll be the last one to fall Marching on - You'll be the last one to fall From Letras Mania