There comes a time, in every man's life
when he faces the true test of being alive
when from deep within, he must draw out
what for thousands of years has helped him survive

The will to fight, the will to push forward
no matter the odds, no heed to his fears
lift up the sword, and so push onward
he must pay the price, and shed no tears
Not give in to despair, nor grow feet of lead
at the altar of fate, he mustn't lose his head

Charge on he must, blind though he be
for that what he loves, to be truly free

What price is enough, deemed worthy
of a breath of fresh air, solemn and free
Loved ones he may lose, tears be of no use
Fight on he must, or in vain is their loss

Charge on he must, blind though he be
for that what he loves, to be truly free

He must not look back, nor for a second hesitate
Protect the weak and the old, before it's too late
Care most for those, battered and bruised
Spare not those, who be brittle or obtuse

So be strong, my friend, hold nothing back
The time is nigh, for your final attack
Charge on you must, blind though you be
for that what you love, to be truly free