The Ones Who Breathe the Flame

For our king, for our pride

To this battle we will ride

Let us charge with

Our swords in the sky

Aim for their heads

Make sure their hills are red

By our blades on this

Cold winters night

Seven days of freezing cold

Sleet, wind, and snow

Deep throughout the forest

Through the darkness we rode

The light of the moon will guide our path

The stars show us the way

We are warmed by the fire inside

The wants them to taste our blades.

Iolas defend

This sacred ground of fire

(By magic and steel we will take Drakken Hill)

Guide your men tonight

You'll need this alliance in the coming night

They 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 gain

Trust the ones who breathe the flame

Gather round the fire my men

The battle is near at hand

Today is the day we will

Take the sacred land

Betrayers ways now have torn

The oath of the flame

Ready your bows, axes, and swords

At dawn we make it rain

Iolas defend...

They surround Drakken Hill this night...