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