Three nations storm the fight
We lead the masses, for high ground tonight
The enemy, forty thousand strong
Defending their lines
Soon to meet their fate
The escarpment of the battleground
Scattered soldiers, lost on their homeland
Disarrayed by the northern storm
Our flank from the south
Will take them down
Fight on, our brothers in arms
Lightning strikes across the darkened skies
Fight on
We will never die in vain
Spirits lost will carry on
Our weapons gain the edge
Blasting through the boundaries
Like a terrorizing plot to reach the end
Brothers down, we advance our fight
There is no way out
They die tonight
Conquered foes kneel at our feet
Triumphant we stand
We rule this land
Fight on, our brothers in arms
Lightning strikes across the darkened skies
Fight on
We will never die in vain
Spirits lost will carry on