Salute the Soldjah! (Soldier's Battle Hymn)
Salute the Soldjah! was commissioned by Vizier Balthazar Ironside.
The horns sound from the East of North, a rallying refrain,
A call to fight a beast, ride forth, blood pumping in the vein,
Astride a dire Rhinoceros, we charge with speed and ire,
With flashing blade and crashing force, we deftly open fire, And so we'll ride, ride, into battle, a ferocious display
And for our pride, pride, from the saddle, trample armies in our way
And as we rush, rush, a path we'll crush, crush
Raise your Greatsword high!
And sing hur-rah-rah-rah, salute the Soldjah!
We'll fight till we die! A warrior is straightforward, and he never answers back
He advances straight forward and he readies his attack
And in the midst of blood and iron he raises up his steel
With dauntless fist and strongest arm he brings that foe to heel! And so we'll ride, ride, into battle, rivals don't stand a chance
And for our pride, pride, from the saddle our great armies must advance
With sharpest blade, blade, our course is laid, laid,
Raise your Greatsword high!
And sing hur-rah-rah-rah, salute the Soldjah!
We'll fight till we die! A strategist is artful when the conflict is berserk,
Each military chart fulfills a tactical framework,
There is no room for error, so a battle plan is vital,
You want to instil terror, then you'd better earn that title. So we'll ride, ride, into battle, flank their ranks, take their fort,
And for our pride, pride, from the saddle we will hunt their troops for sport,
And when that chap, chap, is in our trap, trap,
Raise your Greatsword high!
And sing hur-rah-rah-rah, salute the Soldjah!
We'll fight till we die! A fighter has no time for words to waste on what can't bleed
With thickest mail and finest swords the Soldier has decreed
Unfaltering direct towards wherever heathens rest
Unleash ten thousand holy wars in his divine conquest. And so we'll ride, ride, into battle, with our flags flying free
And for our pride, pride, from the saddle we will rise to victory
And we will take, take, and they will break, break,
Raise your Greatsword high!
And sing hur-rah-rah-rah, salute the Soldjah!
We'll fight till we die! No Battle is Too Strong and no opponent is too fierce
We charge into the throng and though they may raise up their spears
Their tactics are too Poor for our great strategy and skill
We can outmanoeuvre them, so by the Eight we will! And so we'll ride, ride, into battle, lift your rifle, take aim,
And for our pride, pride, from the saddle, remember war is just a game,
And if you win, win, it's not a sin, sin,
Raise your Greatsword high!
And sing hur-rah-rah-rah, salute the Soldjah!
We'll fight till we die! The horns sound from the North of East, a triumphant refrain,
With banners raised bring forth the beast, it lies defeated, slain,
Although this fight is over there are many hundreds more,
His call to arms a battle roar, and so again to war. And so we'll ride, ride, into battle, never yielding to peace,
And for our pride, pride, from the saddle, our invasions never cease,
And if you test us, you'll never best us!
Raise your Greatsword high!
And sing hur-rah-rah-rah, salute the Soldjah!
We'll fight till we die!
The horns sound from the East of North, a rallying refrain,
A call to fight a beast, ride forth, blood pumping in the vein,
Astride a dire Rhinoceros, we charge with speed and ire,
With flashing blade and crashing force, we deftly open fire, And so we'll ride, ride, into battle, a ferocious display
And for our pride, pride, from the saddle, trample armies in our way
And as we rush, rush, a path we'll crush, crush
Raise your Greatsword high!
And sing hur-rah-rah-rah, salute the Soldjah!
We'll fight till we die! A warrior is straightforward, and he never answers back
He advances straight forward and he readies his attack
And in the midst of blood and iron he raises up his steel
With dauntless fist and strongest arm he brings that foe to heel! And so we'll ride, ride, into battle, rivals don't stand a chance
And for our pride, pride, from the saddle our great armies must advance
With sharpest blade, blade, our course is laid, laid,
Raise your Greatsword high!
And sing hur-rah-rah-rah, salute the Soldjah!
We'll fight till we die! A strategist is artful when the conflict is berserk,
Each military chart fulfills a tactical framework,
There is no room for error, so a battle plan is vital,
You want to instil terror, then you'd better earn that title. So we'll ride, ride, into battle, flank their ranks, take their fort,
And for our pride, pride, from the saddle we will hunt their troops for sport,
And when that chap, chap, is in our trap, trap,
Raise your Greatsword high!
And sing hur-rah-rah-rah, salute the Soldjah!
We'll fight till we die! A fighter has no time for words to waste on what can't bleed
With thickest mail and finest swords the Soldier has decreed
Unfaltering direct towards wherever heathens rest
Unleash ten thousand holy wars in his divine conquest. And so we'll ride, ride, into battle, with our flags flying free
And for our pride, pride, from the saddle we will rise to victory
And we will take, take, and they will break, break,
Raise your Greatsword high!
And sing hur-rah-rah-rah, salute the Soldjah!
We'll fight till we die! No Battle is Too Strong and no opponent is too fierce
We charge into the throng and though they may raise up their spears
Their tactics are too Poor for our great strategy and skill
We can outmanoeuvre them, so by the Eight we will! And so we'll ride, ride, into battle, lift your rifle, take aim,
And for our pride, pride, from the saddle, remember war is just a game,
And if you win, win, it's not a sin, sin,
Raise your Greatsword high!
And sing hur-rah-rah-rah, salute the Soldjah!
We'll fight till we die! The horns sound from the North of East, a triumphant refrain,
With banners raised bring forth the beast, it lies defeated, slain,
Although this fight is over there are many hundreds more,
His call to arms a battle roar, and so again to war. And so we'll ride, ride, into battle, never yielding to peace,
And for our pride, pride, from the saddle, our invasions never cease,
And if you test us, you'll never best us!
Raise your Greatsword high!
And sing hur-rah-rah-rah, salute the Soldjah!
We'll fight till we die!
