On a ravens dark and foreboding wing
My thoughts do slowly gather
The lark and sparrow no longer sing
My strife's have ceased to matter
We sit and wait while the masses grow
Fresh blood will soon be spilled
For the Clouds of war have gathered here
Their maws will soon be filled
Cause the battle starts at dawns first light
It no longer matters whose wrong or right
I hear the soldiers chant
May God our victory grant.
So as we all stand ready
We hear our leader shout
Keep your weapons steady men
Don't let them see your doubt
For on this fateful day we fight
Show them your courage, make them fear our might!
As we sound our battle cry
and run before the lightening sky
The struggle for our fate begins
All that's left is how it ends...
No longer caring for the spoils of war
We walk among the death and gore
And though we've had our victory, the cost is still unclear
The clouds of war begin to descend and our sorrow fills the air
But on the morrow when the day is bright
We remember why we stand and fight.
We do it for the ones who can't
For them this freedom we shall grant.