throughout the land is word re-told
of winged death and flame
unto the ears of unconsoled
who wouldst the beasts arraign
whilst o\'er the heavens elspenore
an epoch passed in slumber
awakened sensed the hideous spore
grown both in strength of number
behind each drawn and fast latched door
the fearful dimmed their light
as land was torn and cattle slewn
for terror reigned the night
up stood a child of Nasolen
afraid not of their spore
to face the winged malcontents
and wield his fathers sword
Oh hear ye gods of elspenore
who\'s glory songs we choir
bear witness i shall yield no more
till my last drawn breath expires
into the burning midnight death
son of slain and widowed line
stood firm and drew of noble breath
till dawning lit the skies
no angered thunder spoke that day
no fiery lightning flashed
no dragon smote the child away
for beneath him laid their dashed
The sword i hold to be the truth
affirms our deathly chore
we shall proudly stand with bloodied blade
before the gods of elspenore