The Great Horn

From my infinite journey I, at last, return

To my native lands, of the ancient gods of old

Under a boulder I found the legendary great horn

The moment is here to fight for the harp of gold

Warriors

From all of the nation come to answer the call

Warriors

The moment of truth is here, the nation calls

Its magical power I will release onto the land

And summon the army at my father's command

Foes as black as bog oak and brown as wet sand

The nation arises once again, a proud last stand

Warriors

From all of the nation come to answer the call

Warriors

The moment of truth is here, the nation calls

And what I thought was destined to remain a memory

Before my eyes became splendid truth

All the heroes of the tales of old are now gathered

By the sound of the Great Horn