Lyrics

You dressed me in armor as your soldier boy Told me not to listen, don't give them that joy Don't let 'em poke you around with their sticks 'Cause you, boy, are seven and those fucks are six I remember every single word you said Gonna live by them till the day that I am dead I'll be your sword, heads of the heathens gonna roll Don't be afraid, mom, I will sing them as I'm marching on! Keep your sword high, boy, keep swinging it well Don't care when they're laughing, they're all doomed to hell Be proud when they're pointing, don't blink when they stare When you ride the devil, it's shaking in fear Shaking in fear, shaking in, shaking in fear I remember every single word you said Gonna live by them till the day that I am dead I'll be your sword, heads of the heathens gonna roll Don't be afraid, mom, I will sing 'em as I'm marching on! Sing 'em as I'm marching on! Sing 'em as I'm marching on! I remember every single word you said Gonna live by them till the day that I am dead I'll be your sword, heads of the heathens gonna roll Don't be afraid mom, I will sing 'em as I'm marching on! Sing 'em as I'm marching on! Sing 'em as I'm marching on!
Writer(s): Yngve Andersen, Nikki Elizabeth Brumen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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