(Verse 1) Tírgréinian ships in Axen Bay Stalwart foe in old Kaldwei waits Trembling arms pull oaken oars again, again Glint of steel, marines three score deep Mages at the stern, power unveiled Conjuring flame between blackened palms Longbows bend and loose projectiles Death cries drifting across rocking waves (Chorus) Amidst the raging inner sea, a naval clash unfolds, Unforgiving mistress is the water cold To the beat of battle drums, crusaders sail as one, To ram and smash the hulls, their enemy's dreams undone. Wizards cast their fireballs, ablaze with mystic might, To break defensive barriers, both glimmering and bright Widows made many as the waves run red that day, A dance of fear and valor in the Axen bay. (Verse 2) The two fleets locked in pitched battle Outnumbered, Kaldwei stands its ground Hundred heroes carve future song From a maelstrom of rocking chaos Bold Tirgrein begins to press in the center Courage of pagans slowly starts to wane The line of the golden enfield remains unbroken in the fray (Chorus) Let loose the dragon’s tears Behold the fell flames A blaze that crosses sea and sky In search of new prey Blood soaks into the sand on the deck The victors keep their course there's a city to attack Unseeing eyes stare from the bottom of the bay. Fires Over Axen Bay!

A host gathering upon a field of waves before walls of bone-white brick and mortar. A splendid city, home of gnomes, will burn. Hear a tale of conquest, death and ruin. We are the shield of west we are the beacon of faith we bleed for Highfather our watching eyes never rest When the king commands our swords and spears are ready Soldiers of Tírgréin let's show them strength of our hearts After midnight in the light of Pale Mother Embrace the solitude for tomorrow we will fight With the beat of drum under the flying banners Soldiers of Tírgréin Oh proud ones we will come On the eve of battle, the sorcerers did gather, To conjure a spell with power and fervor. With chants and invocations, they called upon the holy father, To grant them strength and break the enemy's odds. Their voices rose in unison, a melody of magic, as they beseeched the elements to aid them in their tragic, The waves did heed their call, the sea began to roil, As the sorcerers' magic stirred the water's turmoil. Tírgréinian dromons surged forward with a roar, The sorcerers were ready to clear the way to shore. With a burst of light and thunder, the spell was cast, The wreckage blocking harbor was shattered at last. We are the shield of west we are the beacon of faith we bleed for Highfather our watching eyes never rest When the king commands our swords and spears are ready Soldiers of Tírgréin righteous are our demands With the radiant dawn we draw our strength from the sun praised be the Holy Father upon his celestial throne With the beat of drums under the flying banners Soldiers of Tírgréin our day of triumph comes Move, akritai, storm the walls it's time to kill, we shall advance our catapults have cleared the way The harbour defence surely falls taking ramparts is our chance look at them their faces gray I've seen it all in previous wars Hack and slash that's my kind of dance it makes my foes run in disarray Charge, my brothers don't let them catch their breath! Let's chase them down Let's chase them down! The ring of steel Echoes in my ears Ere the final death breath Will we find our glory The battle spills into the streets and alleyways Of a white city painted red The harbour district is lit with a mage flame defenders on the run or dead Castle is taken, garrison broken the bronze statue of Ranelan is taken down A day of valor A day of courage A day of victory Victory

Shlamaloukh, qarrādum Ye conquered, placed in chains There is a fire in you yet Why choose this road of pain Tell me of a memory Of sister or mother Your brother, maybe lover Or perhaps sweet son or daughter Oh to think of a love so far away Two bold sons I love so dearly A cottage on a cliff so high The scent of sea air in summer The sound of seagulls and fisherfolk Sight of the market in swing And of beloved wife so precious How I long to see them once again But there is something I hold dearer still My word, my honour my faith, my soul To forsake them is to forsake myself And that is too terrible for me to bear Save yourself, reject the false gods your sacrifice is pointless The dead have no words to speak No songs to sing, no tales to tell Think of your woman, your children Think of home somewhere safe Life is to be lived and savored Not thrown away Mistake me not, I think of them always How could I forget them We have just one life, tis true But I have lived it fully to this day We shall speak no more My decision is made, my regrets few Let me face my fate I will soon meet my gods That distant song Is that you my love Could it be you Could it be you

Ho there humble soldier Brother in arms... and shovel Spin me a tale, grave digger Sing me a song of bravery Sure I was in there myself in shining mail reckless daring crusader now listen to my tale (Chorus) Soldiers brave noble souls cowards pale fates untold Rotting bones highest toll silent stones of Anghor Tod The fortress gates are open, their cavalry wants to storm us bring to me my lance, my horse, let's give 'em a taste of steel By the light of Holy father we shall strike them, push them, crush them! form on me, my cataphracts, to battle, don't falter! Fire, inferno, a blaze of stars earth shakes and trembles, lightning 'cross the skies Ancient fort is crumbling, wrath of mages unleashed there will be no siege, today the war will be decided Hold there, grave digger the battle was a mess hardly was it worth a tale a song even less No mention of chivalry of honourable men of Tírgréinian infantry of heroes who won the day War is never pretty Battles are not fair But you will have your bravery Your hero was prince Gwern While charging he was impaled But he lead the army still Until victory was secured So strong was his will How fair is he our dear prince Gwern his heart is pure I know he loves his men I pray to the god oh lord of joy and light please spare the prince don't take him to the afterlife (Chorus) What is the point of war if the youth won't survive, if innocence dies? We strive for a world full of cripples and fools and filthy beggars! Fuck - the - king! (Chorus) Rex vult! Rex vult! Rex vult! Your grace! Kiss my ass! Your grace!

Blood on their hands Despoiled land They flee justice Honour undone (chorus) Across green and rolling hills We bound by duty to see them returned They must be punished for their sins Show no mercy, their fate is sealed Pillager thee Rapists all three One crime reflects Upon us all For the crimes of theft, looting, murder, rape in abundance thee three are hereby sentenced to death by hanging. (chorus)

In the halls of Aurdeen, the victor's feast was laid, All reveled in triumph, the spoils of war displayed, The nobles of Tírgréin boasted in pride, As the archbishop entered, a warning to provide. Tell me now, oh king Morn, is it faith, or is it coin are you noble, pious man or deceiving charlatan Mind your words, dear archbishop! You threaten me in front of all? Our people paid for that land in blood. While you sat on a shiny throne. Not in hundred years could Ocraine launch attack tell me now, oh archbishop why should I give it back? Because such is the law Well I am the law The light is the law Then I am the light! The Archbishop implored king Morn to see reason, And return the conquered lands to Ocraine, in a season, But Morn's pride and greed stood in the way, As he refused to give up his spoils of war that day. King Morn didn't see reason Take the archbishop to prison! Strip him of titles and land I will not stand his treason Like a house of cards as wind blows it apart the king has crossed a line and there is no coming back

To ta Heľpa, to ta Heľpa, to je pekné mesto, a v tej Heľpe a v tej Heľpe švárnych chlapcov je sto, koho je sto, toho je sto, nie po mojej vôli, len za jedným, len za jedným srdiečko ma bolí. Za Janíčkom, za Palíčkom krok by nespravila, za Ďuríčkom, za Mišíčkom Dunaj preskočila, Dunaj, Dunaj, Dunaj, Dunaj, aj to širé pole, len za jedným, len za jedným počešenie moje.