Years of grief now have passed
The waiting ends here on the battlefield
Rabid our men prepare for the onslaught

A fiery red gleams in their eyes
Armours glimmer in beams of an icy sun
Coats of arms arise in the distance

In unison with the winds we $$#ault
With a roar of thunder at our side
The plain is drowned in ecstatic cries

As the hordes collide
The front rows fall but legions follow up
Maces hit their targets with anger

The cavalry enters the warfare
Horses are slain and whimmer in agony
Swords slice through warm flesh and fibres

And pierce the hearts of our enemies
Hammers crush and blood spirts
Battleaxes slay the remains

The steaming battleground breathes death
To venge our damaged beliefs
And regain what once was ours

The enemy now lies crushed
Face down in its blood
Our victory is great, our victory is here