Run through the woods
Send a man to alarm
The time is near, our foes will come
You know that we must defend
The power hidden in our camp
Go with fury, go with haste
You know the message, don't be late
There will be nothing left to defend
If we don't stop this coming end
Barricade the doors
And light up the torches
Let us hear the horns
Let them hear they don't belong here
Throw back their bones
And burn up their clothes
Let us hear the horns
Let them hear they don't belong here
We are the Kings of our land
Traitors will be buried by our hands
Be calm, be still, and listen to the drums of the coming war
With marching steps they arrive at our fields
In the slumber of the sun, they crawled into our camp
And stole our symbol of honour, traitors!
In the dark we will find the shades that hide the light
And the memory of the old way of time
Now that we have been blessed and our spirits again shine
We must answer the call of the hand of time