Arm the men and the lads 
Sun will rise 
Close the doors they [bad word] 
Four our lord 
Man the towers arrows will fly 
Let us prevail 
Fire will rise bring them on 
Prepare for battle 

Let us proceed to the keep 
For our land 
Set them on fire hear the screams 
Bring us their heads 
Break down the walls win the fight 
Get us their gold 
Take this Fortress for our king 
Take this fortress 

Fire is raining from the skies 
In the land of ancient rites 
Honour, glory, fame and pride 
Heroes die in that faithful night 

See those men taking their lives 
How are they fools 
Wasting the lands burning the fields 
Fortress of faith 
Winning the battle loosing their lives 
Blood on their hands 
Crippeld corpsesin the night 
All so senseless