All through the night we plan A victory by us may be banned the cold night and bitter fright It teaches us that we might win the fight Sharpening blades and polishing armor Learning not of flee like the farmer Preparing for a victory is in hand This will be the ultimate fight To rule the land with one strong hand It can change the future By the swipe of a blade The ultimate price could be paid The ride to the battlefield No soldier will wield The draw of the sword The moment before the charge The moment when the enemy is large With banners waved high Thinking that you might die The run down, the clash of steel The man to man war The blood, the armor, the rattle of shields Only one will be adorn The loss was great The pain was terrible In the end The strong hand won.
