Walking on white plains Coldness surrounds us On a search for a ship To travel far east We got nothing to offer We got nothing to trade When we find a ship Better have no one around it For long days we sail To aid our brothers at war The enemy we will engage And provoke a new carnage We find our transport In a seashore nearby We will go on and fight And slay the unending guards Six for each of us And still they fell We are but invencible With the support of the gods Sails up high Wind blowing strong Excited and anxious To join the slaughter We are getting near The warcries can be heard We shall disembark And rip them all apart