I march before a martyred world,
an army for the fight
I speak of great heroic days,
of victory and might
I hold a banner drenched in blood,
I urge you to be brave
I lead you to your destiny,
I lead you to your grave
Your bones will build my palaces,
your eyes will stud my crown
For I am are Mars, the god of war,
and I will cut you down.