Rolling the dice of fate Like a thousand times before The rulers play their games And the young men march to war They're righteous in their minds Justified to kill Believing to serve their God Being servants to their will The sacred soldiers No time to give it thought No need to understand When ones who pull the strings Place weapons in their hands Never shed a tear For those about to die For victory in war Any given price is right The sacred soldiers March into war Sheltered by guardian angels The sons of holy Against all evil strangers Marching to war Like men of thousand ages The final curtain falls Against all evil strangers Marching to war.