Amathounta Stronghold

Back in days when the sword was king Glory days for the brave A group of two thousand men sworn to stand Born and raised in this kingdom's fields Feel these lands as their home Now that the time has come to decide Will they flee or will they fight Amathounta As the sun breaks the night away The brave men grab their shield Knowing not what awaits for them, no And the enemy closes in sieged the town from the south fueled with war-drums and a battle-cry They will raise the flag and fight Amathounta