[Music & Lyrics by Suidakra] I heard it from the coldest gale perpetually the kingdoms fail I tried to smile on this rebirth Oh purile sons of mother earth Shining pikes on a foggy brae the morning dew waits to shroud each tear in their bloody eyes when the foe of the land dies Clarion pipes , proudly marching men thousands hum to the battle drum (Forward ! For the king and the crown !) A legend for each men who falls to the ground for each standing one a low lullaby desperation wields the sword , under a gonfalon of fear a glimpse of glorious days shine in a widowed tear I've been called to fight for my royalty for my king at his right hand be a matter to my country I spill my blood out on this land And if I should die in this battle it's a noble thing I do And if I should be a hero then I will return to you The grace gave me my kingdom my only royalty now to raise my sword against a lord to protect my family So I'll fight for them tomorrow march in the name of Tara to see their children - parished by an enthralled soldiers sword