• The midnight sky hovers with mystery as the sound draws near
    The armies of the light ride ablaze to the heart of woe and fear
    a band of brothers they are called, riding to fight this horde
    few in numbers but strong in heart, riding for their lord
    across the pond and to the south, a crowd they can see
    the armies of hell with arms raised gaining with great speed
    these malevolent beasts fighting to mame, chivalry for none
    to take the land and destroy the light, fight until they've won
    the distance closes the blood draws near this god forsaken place
    this band of brothers lies and waits to stare evil in the face
    The horde charges through, to the light, like a tiger to the prey
    the brothers ready, for their fate, today is their final day