The final battle of the danes

Here we march, this day come now
fulfilling our oath, carrying out our vow
we march to fields, of crimson color
to a scene that is so much duller

our lives are spent, no turning back for us
we keep on marching, no dismay no fuss
we walk onto this empty canvas
over the sides no one passes

solemnly we march onto hell
with the slow sound of the ringing bell
we the ones, the dead to be
we cannot win, now dead are we

the soldiers of battle, we march on in
soon to silence out the din
so i turned around to face my men
and shouted out "here comes our end"
then with a cheer they run on forward
and each withdraws his own sword

for here we fight today and forever
a danish army to cut and to sever