Cween of the Mark

Warrior maiden, blood of the kings

Our brave and glorious cween

Lead us into victorious times

When we will reign supreme

For far too long they've soiled our land

But now the tides have changed

We will have our just revenge

When by our steel they're slain

As we prepare for the battle

The lady's our beacon of light

Their bodies will break on our blades

With the cween of the Mark at our side

Golden hair frames her solemn face

High up on her steed

Beneath the banner of the Mark

Fluttering in the breeze

For far too long they've soiled our land

But now the tides have changed

We will have our just revenge

When by our steel they're slain