When leagues of men throw down their swords at your feet and
The sound of horns rings out over an endless sea of fear
When the brightness of the Sun fails to shine at dawn and
Unyielding hope grows defiant in the face of peril and doom
When the fires of death and hatred loom menacing above the city gates and
Men's voices, harsh and angry, shout to the black and vengeful sky
When ferocity meets opposition upon the roaring riverbanks and
Life itself is stripped away of its innocent, deceiving guise
When the very fate of earth itself trembles on its silken thread and
Mighty generals and loathsome beasts find their rest on bloodied hills
It is then that kings of men are born amid battle and times of strife
It is then that evil meets the burning light of freedom, hope, and might.