Lightning crashes sending sparks flying
Thunder echoes along the battlements
As a merciless rain pummels all
Into a violent silence
A raised fist of defiance
The screaming clamor of armor
Their souls were forged upon the battlefield
Their scars revealing tales of past warriors
Gathered together on blood-soaked earth
On their feet or on their knees
The enemies shall fall into a bloody heap
There lives being cut short
By a mighty swing of the sword
Cutting a path through the oncoming force
Like a scythe slicing through wheat
Deft in movement, sleek and fierce
They pierce through the heart of the adversary
Vowing never to surrender
Defending to the very last man
The glory of our Crimson Kingdom
