You said "at dawn
Look to the east for my return
And to the way the torches burn.
Be the leader that we need.
Become what you were born to be.
Take up arms and draw your sword.
Assemble an army worthy of
Your name and all that you proclaim.
Tonight our homes will be reclaimed."

"Can you remember a time
When we would calmly stand by
And watch this shadow envelope
The land we proudly call home?
Now this must come to an end,
Strike fast engage from within.
Take back the life that we know
Behind these walls that forgive.
We won't abandon this pursuit
Until this plague subsides.
Please give my bride my regards
If I don't come back alive."

"Look to the east for my return
And to the way the torches burn.
Be the leader that we need.
Become what you were born to be.
Take up arms and draw your sword.
Assemble an army worthy of
Your name and all that you proclaim.
We'll bring this tyrant to the grave."

"We hear the beat of distant drums
And follow the sound to what awaits.
This battle has only just begun,
The clash of steel will tell our fate.
Aim high so the arrows hit their mark,
Exploit the weakness at the heart.
'Head for the hills' will resound
And soon the trumpets will sound.
Soldier to serf join as one,
The struggle is not yours alone.
Shoulder to shield we stand,
Bring out the honor in your soul.
So wipe the blood from your face
And redefine integrity.
We'll be butchered no more,
Lay waste to the enemy."

"Look to the east for my return
And to the way the torches burn.
Be the leader that we need.
Become what you were born to be.
Take up arms and draw your sword.
Assemble an army worthy of
Your name and all that you proclaim.
We'll bring this tyrant to the grave."

"Great kings of old,
Give us the strength.
Wave after wave
We stand unafraid."
"If it's reason for the wars we wage
And answers that you seek,
You won't find them written in the stone
Or any prophecies
Look to the faces and in the eyes
Of the ones of whom you speak,
Or the trail of scarlet vengeance
Lying at your feet."

Just say the word and this will all be over
But you will never leave here with your pride.
And in the end your fall will hurt us all
But in your memory we will rise.
(Hold the line, don't fall back now)
The storm of the century is well on its way
And we the archers guarding the gate!