From the time of our brothers who were knights of old
To the infantry of the new
They have given their lives
Their bodies stained the earth red
They formed for the right to show dominance
Of might
Under what brotherhood has always been and always will be

And to those that we mourn every day 
Celebrate their life instead of their doom 
For we are the chosen few

We Band Of Brothers
We stand to triumph over tyranny of the weak
Our shields bare Fierce!
Our blades tipped with the blood of our foes
We creep, we hide in the shadows
Ready to strike
We are unified
We are undefined
We are undefied
We are the chosen few

Through blinding rage 
We fight the good fight
We shut down the corrupt
Busted and broken
Our will on the mend
We push forward to the bend of night
We struggle on

Fear of the unknown
Always drawing closer
Our lives have now interwined 
We are the chosen few

Cries of hope and sorrow
Brings us to our edge
We follow the path 
That aches in our hearts!
We are destined to find glory
In this kingdom of despair!

We ride horseback
And armored lance 
Our war becomes a dance
A dance of love and hate
New life and death
Happiness
And grief

We bow to those who have come before
And bequeath this honor 
To the chosen few