The Dirge of Fallen Warriors
Bleed
Die
Men die
On flesh we feast
For the lord of the beasts

Death to evil!

Our cries are bourne on a wind
Lifted on wings of earth
Shattering all hope of the enemy

"Your lives belong to us!"

One warrior stands out among the rest
A squire of just seventeen
Despite his young age
He is ready to slay

"My vengeance for my people, you will pay"

No thoughts for safety
That time has past
Smite the enemy
We must ride hard and fast

At long last the sun blazes forth
In his full splendor
Exposing the siege of the land
Laying bare the enemies design

On this hillside
Now is the time
Let our spears align

One final cry
"Today your lives are mine!"

Bodies lie dead and cold