The soldiers stand in calm and silence

Grimly dread the coming violence

Clutching to their spears

Sweating through their gear

The pale one leads them on the field

In chain-mail armor, sword and shield

He wears the crimson band

And chaos guides his hand

The flag is raised the drums start pounding

The horns and battle cries are sounding

A thousand scream in tune

And ride off to their doom



Sometimes I feel like I try too hard

Sometimes I steal things I want too bad

Sometimes my honor is so misled

Sometimes the devil's inside my head



You got me rockin' now, you say you wanna go far

I got an interstellar overdrive in my car

Inside of it we'll fly, Lord, we'll be getting high

We're gonna take off right into that blue sky

We'll travel to the stars, destination Mars

You've got me rockin' with your Bach in the moors of...

You've got me rockin' with your Bach in the moors of Mars