Song: The Saga of the mercenaries

Reached in his death hour.

Let them drink in memory of us.

When the gates opened,
We were waiting for - make the key
The spears flew from the dust cloud,
Like lightning from the clouds.
Laughing in the sky the cheerful gods,
Bloody Texas game
We all perished without waiting for reinforcements,
But each fell as a hero.
Haven't held we cowards in the squad
On the green meadow.
Of us neither asked for mercy,
No one surrendered to the enemy.
Others comforted the widows black,
Collected in bags,the Treasury,
Behind the gates and we sleep soundly
Which sleep spring.