Old Season Mortals Of Mettle
Visions so clear, dwell my memory,
I've survived a fate prior to this,
Plagued by dreams of gallant bygone days
My present being is fruitless compared
Evoke the eve, when I had a reason to be
To fight for life and belief
Evoke an age when the legend of prowess hath sailed
And the weak and the purile hath failed
Beneath our ensign, clad with splendour,
Persue the legacy of our fathers of old
On perilous journeys of conquest
Carved in stone the verse of old
And as once proclaimed the oppressed will be free
With fire in our hearts and steel in our hands
Besiege the antagonists condemn them to ruin
Evoke the eve, when I had a reason to be
To fight for life and belief
Evoke an age when the legend of prowess hath sailed
And the weak and the purile hath failed
Beneath our ensign, clad with splendour,
Persue the legacy of our fathers of old
On perilous journeys of conquest
As I awake to the sombre ground
Sunlight beams from my fiery steel
Lead me to my destiny
My thirst for life will never be quenched
Again...
