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