On The Eve Of Battle

Silently we marched through forests and marshes
Our arrows waiting on our bows
My men, grim and prepared for the fight
A pale army of soldiers, yes we're marching to war

Advance to war, banners high, towards our destiny
Advance to war towards our destiny

With past battles on our minds we wander
towards the battlefields
The glorious battlefield

And then we reached the treeline of the enchanting forest
and there on heather fields a grim battle was at hand
Standing and gazing at the frontline of the battle
A furious warcry filled the sky

And although many have fallen and many will fall
in this ancient battle
Our captain blew on the horn and roared out loud
At the tips of our swords they will only find death