First upon the field of war
Far from safety His to claim
Stands my King with Sword in hand
Bold before the coming storm
Vast the loathsome darkness spreads
Strong in greed of godless men
Still, with purpose wavering not
Calls the King, His few to arms
As the tempest beats the shore
Flesh and steel with fervor clash
Countless fall or flee my Liege
Matchless is His wrath out-poured
Long the fires of battle rage
Drawing breath but few remain
Faint, I lend the Foe my guard
Swift he deals a crippling blow
Blood and hope, entwining, spill
Death, the fatal strike, prepares
Yet with devils still in hand
Did my King trade life for me
Far from safety His to claim
Stands my King with Sword in hand
Bold before the coming storm
Strong in greed of godless men
Still, with purpose wavering not
Calls the King, His few to arms
Flesh and steel with fervor clash
Countless fall or flee my Liege
Matchless is His wrath out-poured
Drawing breath but few remain
Faint, I lend the Foe my guard
Swift he deals a crippling blow
Death, the fatal strike, prepares
Yet with devils still in hand
Did my King trade life for me
Piercing light consumes the ground
Justice, far too great to bear
Rising, evil thus destroyed
Victory, claims my glorious Lord!
