The war is actually begun Is life so dear or peace so sweet As to be purchased at the price Of chains and slavery? I say Give me liberty or give me death The last ride of the wicked dead The last ride of the wicked dead Bruised and broken This last ride's a token Found life in death Gold in steel A band of brothers Against all others Who tried to hold us down The last ride of the wicked dead The last ride of the wicked dead So sound our final battle cry And raise the skull and cross high They can't take us alive If we're already dead The last ride of the wicked dead The last ride of the wicked dead We were young when we pledged to keep the faith But the fife and drum are strangers now And the world goes on without us Without us Without us