Dominant, bold, rugged and hardened by war, Staunch sentinels poised with gazes faced forwards, Rigid in placement, fixed, and brazen in slant, Inexorable, implacable, inflexible, with unflinching stance.
Mounted atop the apex these warriors hold, Below the armed and the clustered in regiments patrol, They’re many, they’re trained, they’re soldiers, their numbers their might, They’re weary, they’re haggard, distressed, they wait through the night, The peak of the crest of the summit is their single plight, Encamped upon the lowland, they wait for the fight.
Dominant, rugged, bold and standing their ground, Warriors stand tall without motion, stand loud without sound They’re few, they’re strong, they’re ready, their strength self-sustained, Their purpose, their power, their presence forever maintained, The peak of the crest of the summit is their single plight, Mounted atop the apex, they wait for the fight.
The numbers in the valley wake and rise in the new day, They mount their horses, don their armour, prepare to escalate, They assemble, they strengthen, emboldened, they form a line. The wall, bound by shields and soldiers readies itself for war, A single entity, in unison, of thousands or many thousands more, Assembled, strengthened, emboldened, now is their time.
“Our numbers many, their numbers weak,” “Our task is simple, their chances bleak,” “We’ll take the territory that we seek,” “Ascend the mountain and take the peak.”
There’s been thousands before, There will be thousands more, We, the men of the mountains, as mountains, shall remain.
As hardened men with horses await, Our axes in hands intent to lay waste, From mountain’s peak we launch, we make haste, And downwards into the battle, We ride!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
