Falconer

Soaked in the silver rain
They rode through the woods.
Crossed the mountains
And crossed the rivers so deep.
They came at dawn
With fire and steel,
Left at dusk, a trail of flames.
Reach up high to touch the sky,
Brothers in arms side by side.
In defiance we unite
For the glory and victory
And for the times soon to be.
[Erik and Valdemar:]
The trail of flames will be our harbinger.
Let the fire mark our words.
The trail of flames