[Pete Altieri] Across the fields we see the fight On battlefields fought through the night We killed by force, we struck them dead The men were gored, we moved ahead So many fell to meet their doom So many more will be there soon We met our fate and felt the pain A thunderstorm of crimson rain Horses galloping through the trees Bloody soldiers on their knees Raise the swords, it s time to die Screaming out our battle cry Battle Cry! Battle Cry! Time to die! Battle Cry! A flag is raised in victory The battlefield is a blood-red sea We fought the war and lived to tell About the war and of its hell We ve seen it all the bodies falling Millions watching others mauling A canopy for human season Millions die without a reason Horses galloping through the trees Bloody soldiers on their knees Raise the swords, it s time to die Screaming out our battle cry Battle Cry! Battle Cry! Time to die! Battle Cry!