[Music & Lyrics by Suidakra]



I heard it from the coldest gale

perpetually the kingdoms fail

I tried to smile on this rebirth

Oh purile sons of mother earth



Shining pikes on a foggy brae

the morning dew waits to shroud

each tear in their bloody eyes

when the foe of the land dies



Clarion pipes , proudly marching men

thousands hum to the battle drum

(Forward ! For the king and the crown !)



A legend for each men who falls to the ground

for each standing one a low lullaby

desperation wields the sword , under a gonfalon of fear

a glimpse of glorious days shine in a widowed tear



I`ve been called to fight for my royalty

for my king at his right hand

be a matter to my country

I spill my blood out on this land



And if I should die in this battle

it`s a noble thing I do

And if I should be a hero

then I will return to you



The grace gave me my kingdom

my only royalty

now to raise my sword against

a lord to protect my family



So I'll fight for them tomorrow

march in the name of Tara

to see their children - parished

by an enthralled soldiers sword