The soldiers stand in calm and silence
  Grimly dread the coming violence
  Clutching to their spears
  Sweating through their gear
  The pale one leads them on the field
  In chain-mail armor, sword and shield
  He wears the crimson band
  And chaos guides his hand
  The flag is raised the drums start pounding
  The horns and battle cries are sounding
  A thousand scream in tune
  And ride off to their doom
    Sometimes I feel like I try too hard
  Sometimes I steal things I want too bad
  Sometimes my honour is so misled
  Sometimes the devil's inside my head
    You got me rockin' now, you say you wanna go far
  I got an interstellar overdrive in my car
  Inside of it we'll fly, Lord we'll be getting high
  We're gonna take off right into that blue sky
  We'll travel to the stars, destination Mars
  You've got me rockin' with your Bach in the moors of Mars