The Black Company Song

We hail from Khatovar, and we’re a mighty, mighty group.
We call ourselves a brotherhood, and bear a silver hoop.
Brought up by a Scotsman and a Wolf cast from the moon.

We will die with our rings held high!

Gory Glory, what a hell of a way to die
Gory Glory, with a brother at my side
Gory Glory, what a hell of a way to die
We will die with our rings held high!

A call to arms was made by the man with a beard of gray.
He said, "C'mon! Let's kill Willem, it's time to earn our pay"
For we are mercenaries and we fight both night and day.

And we'll die with our rings held high!

Gory Glory, what a hell of a way to die
Gory Glory, with a brother at my side
Gory Glory, what a hell of a way to die
We will die with our rings held high!

The Brothers took the battlefield and day turned into night.
The volley of our javelins had blocked out all the light.
Before the sun had reappeared the Brothers charged with might.

And we'll die with our rings held high!

Gory Glory, what a hell of a way to die
Gory Glory, with a brother at my side
Gory Glory, what a hell of a way to die
We will die with our rings held high!

As we ran, we raised our shields and held them tight and high.
We crashed our wall right into theirs and made our rivals fly.
Our blood was running hot and we could hear their fallen cry.

And we'll die with our rings held high!

Gory Glory, what a hell of a way to die
Gory Glory, with a brother at my side
Gory Glory, what a hell of a way to die
We will die with our rings held high!

A Brother shouts, "Black Company," and hears a thunderous roar;
We all call out in harmony, and in your ears it boars.
The earth will quake, your ears will bleed, you'll shake right to the core.

We will die with our rings held high!

Gory Glory, what a hell of a way to die
Gory Glory, with a brother at my side
Gory Glory, what a hell of a way to die
We will die with our rings held high!

There was blood upon our blades, and there were brains upon our shields.
Even through the curdling screams, they knew we’d never yield.
No honor given or mercy earned, the dead moaned on the field.

And we'll die with our rings held high!

Gory Glory, what a hell of a way to die
Gory Glory, with a brother at my side
Gory Glory, what a hell of a way to die
We will die with our rings held high!

We will fight you on the field and we will fight you in the street;
We will fight you 'till you’re bleeding from your head down to your feet.
As long as we get paid, then we will surely do your deed.

And we'll die with our rings held high!

Gory Glory, what a hell of a way to die
Gory Glory, with a brother at my side
Gory Glory, what a hell of a way to die
We will die with our rings held high!