And now we've gathered for the battles that lie ahead
Rumours of war have reached the borders of our lands

From the northern lands our army of the falcon hailed
We pledged our sword to our noble King, to whom our banner we raised

He has amassed a great force of such vastness the world has not seen in all times
For a great threat has come to us, the black armies of the Lord of Death

As we hailed our old brethren from the western shores, the eastern horse riders arrived
But we saw no sign of our southern kin, we wondered if they already died

All captains have joined the King in his pavilion to discuss the war at hand
The light of early dawn already broke the night,
When our captain informed us we were going south

"Last night a falcon arrived with a message from the southern army,
It seems their retreat has been cut off, they now stand with their backs against the wall
If we do not act quickly they will soon be defeated, we must hurry before it's too late

If not for them, we would long be dead, now it's time to repay our ancestor's debts"

If only half of the rumours were true, that would mean we would be sent to a slaughter
Although we don't fear death, we don't want to die in vain

"We'll face a great host of enemy soldiers, but don't despair,
My noble men, for we don't go to war alone
Our King has a great army coming from the east, we'll meet them along the way"

We've heard of such an army, but we thought it was just a phantom story,
Told by crazed old men who lost their wits
But if it's true then victory would be ours for the taking
Now we just wonder, what are we still doing here?