I can hear the sounds of thunder from many miles away. I
want to go out and join the storm but there’s something
that tells me to stay! Who will be there to lead my
people down that victory path? Who will be there to save
my land if I never make it back?

It’s so hard to be one of the few! It’s so hard to avoid
the fire when it rages in you! It’s so hard to defend
your land, that is true! But we will lead our people on
till the battle is through!

When my race calls I’ll be there, out to save my land!
Like a Crusader from long ago with a sword up in my hand!
What’s to achieve for the race still remains to be seen?
For one of the few is what I am, so few and far between!

It’s so hard to be one of the few! It’s so hard to avoid
the fire when it rages in you! It’s so hard to defend
your land, that is true! But we will lead our people on
till the battle is through!