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