I can only see
Avarice and greed
In foggy eyes around me
Everywhere!
Shine of tempting gold
Is what's driving all.
Feverish minds wish but war.
Will you dare?
Walls of fortress rounds a ditch,
The army's swelling,
Wounds are ready to be suffered and stitched,
Boats wait for sailing!
There's no need in spies,
Open sheepish eyes,
Watch me set out for my prize.
You are scared!
From my throne I see:
Coward, weak from fear,
Will save his strength but won't near.
Now I dare!
Pounds of chain mail lying down
On straightened shoulders
We're here, ready to defend our crown,
Defend our borders!
Tramp of iron boots
Throttles bleating and groan
Wild battlecry of my troops
Shake the ground and your throne
Through bones of the dead
I will make my own way
Die, die in my stead,
By my hand, for my sake
The firmer our shields, the sharper your swords
The heavier your shells, the higher our walls
The deeper our ditch, the deadlier your bows
The longer you wait, the further I go
Tramp of iron boots
Throttles bleating and groan
Wild battlecry of my troops
Shake the ground and your throne
Die, die in my stead,
For my sake, by my hand
With your ugly head
I'll adorn fortress gate!