| Rolling dice of fate | |
| Like a thousand times before | |
| The rulers play their games | |
| And the young men march to war | |
| They're righteous in their minds | |
| Justified to kill | |
| Believing to serve their god | |
| Being servants to his will | |
| The sacred soldiers | |
| No time to give it thought | |
| No need to understand | |
| When ones who pull the strings | |
| Place weapons in their hands | |
| Never shed a tear | |
| For those about to die | |
| For victory in war | |
| Any given price is right | |
| The sacred soldiers | |
| March into war | |
| Sheltered by guardian angels | |
| The sons of holy cause | |
| Against all evil strangers | |
| Marching to war | |
| Like men of thousand ages | |
| The final curtain falls | |
| Against all evil strangers | |
| Marching to war | |
| [2x] | |
| Marching to... marching to... marching to war |