Axes of the Voivode II

The voivode commands us, Axes of the armaşi,

In our loyal hearts no fear shall Grow

our Lord, our pledge be heard

We are the Pike upon your shield of arms

We are your Axe your will our lives

By nobles ripped from comforts, tits

The plans of war conceived

A bastion forged to spread his wrath

Hail voivode hail the armasi

We are the Pike on your shield of arms

We are your Axe your will our lives

The repulsed Join the impaled

The Succumbed: Praised, our prince is hailed

Six leagues thick, two dozen horses tall forest of rotting impaled

Men of every God, rot as one beneath our feet, festering

Sick, poor, royal blood ,kill them all!

We are the Pike on your shield of arms

We are your Axe your will our lives