A night to remember;
our enemies will never be in shelter;
Pass the daggers;
we ready before others.
Remember those years;
when the clouds shed tears;
Remember those years;
when our eyes showcased our fears.
Lift the banners;
ready the archers;
Tonight we draw blood;
the skies will rain blood.
Rejoice and be merry;
the enemies' face never fiery;
Ride on with the tale;
dont let it be stale.
Lift up the sword;
let it rule over Albion;
Let the King be in front;
let the King guide our cause.
Roll the stones;
warfare is never cold;
See our enemies falter;
see the maidens chatter.
Iron gates arise;
to break the enemies might.
Our night shall be glad;
after the die has been cast.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem