The Ones Who Breathe The Flame

For our king, for our prideTo this battle we will rideLet us charge withOur swords in the skyAim for their headsMake sure their hills are redBy our blades on thisCold winters nightSeven days of freezing coldSleet, wind, and snowDeep throughout the forestThrough the darkness we rodeThe light of the moon will guide our pathThe stars show us the wayWe are warmed by the fire insideThe wants them to taste our blades.Iolas defendThis sacred ground of fire(By magic and steel we will take Drakken Hill)Guide your men tonightYou'll need this alliance in the coming nightThey surround Drakken Hill this night(Prepare attack before the rising light)Kings of past have given you the wings(Now we charge for the rightful king)Avenge the land on which I have bled(Slaughter all make sure these hills are red)Use magic of hero's past to gainTrust the ones who breathe the flameGather round the fire my menThe battle is near at handToday is the day we willTake the sacred landBetrayers ways now have tornThe oath of the flameReady your bows, axes, and swordsAt dawn we make it rainIolas defend...They surround Drakken Hill this night...