Riding into battle shining with glee
Mounted on my warhorse now I am really free
Ploughing through cities death as far as I can see
You think you are tough but you are not as tough as me
You think you won the battle but you have not won the war
Warhorse

Twenty third armoured fighting for our land
Riding proud and loud over foreign sand
Going to my glory take death by the hand
For mum and apple pie my tank is my only friend
You think you won the battle but you have not won the war
You have not met up with me or seen what I got in store
Warhorse

To the war we ride death is on our side
If you are smart then you will hide
Because to see me is to die