The Price of Victory

Come storm the shores of Erangade The castles great and grey, Call to the princes that must bade Their fleets are in the bay. The rulers of the land will rise Awake to cries of war, The battlefield before their eyes the piece will reign no more. Come hear the words of death and hate They call upon the street, All in anticipation wait To hear of whose to defeat. The ground now trembles from each blow Each strike is sword on sword, And with each step more blood does flow Like rain from heaven poured. Come see the shore where wounded lay The mortals of the earth, There in the waters of the bay A life has lost its worth. The arrows fired from the walls The archers felt no pain, How many men among who falls Would never rise again. Come walk the footsteps in the mud A soldier left behind, His silver sword was dipped in blood Of murders to remind. The battle lightning crushing down A storm upon the lands, Each ruler fighting for the crown To hold it in his hands. Come see them standing, princes, lords All robed in battles cloth, They hold with pride their battle swords Believing in their wrath. Yet at the ending of the day The battlefield lay spread, From every mountain to the bay A graveyard from the dead. Which ever conquered, victory Would hold with trembling hands, The crown that bore eternity The blood of all the lands.