The Clarion Call

What are the alliances and treaties for as pretenders yet look to the sky. All the trumpets will sound once more and victory will be given another try. Do you hear the clarion call, it's calling out to one and all. Our blood must be spilled so the nobles' visions can be fulfilled. The night harvests our land while the dissidents reach for their dreams. The nations' split by false hands while their prize slowly vaporize into a steam that escape their eyes. A fool is he who cannot foresee, hell is what this, our land will be. Yes hell is what this, our land will be. Do you hear the clarion call, it's calling out to one and all. Which side will finally prevail, while the other side will fail. How many pretenders can we endure? The land is bleeding, so not many more. Who may better the royal sceptre sway? Questions, questions, you'll see at the end of the day.