The ground shakes with the force of a hundred galloping beasts
Onward ride the gallant soldiers
Their swords drawn, shields grasped tightly;
Yet beneath the disguise lie desperate spirits.
Bereft of hope they sigh in one last song,
Yielding to the onslaught and finding peace in war.
Onward ride the gallant soldiers
Their swords drawn, shields grasped tightly;
Yet beneath the disguise lie desperate spirits.
Bereft of hope they sigh in one last song,
Yielding to the onslaught and finding peace in war.
