Suidakra - The Fall Of Tarra

I heard it from the coldest gale
Perpetually the kingdoms fail
I tried to smile on this rebirth
Oh purile sons of mother earth

Shining pikes on a foggy brae
The morning dew waits to shroud
Each tear in their bloody eyes
When the foe of the land dies

Clarion pipes , proudly marching men
Thousands hum to the battle drum
(forward ! For the king and the crown !)

A legend for each men who falls to the ground
For each standing one a low lullaby
Desperation wields the sword , under a gonfalon of fear
A glimpse of glorious days shine in a widowed tear

I`ve been called to fight for my royalty For my king at his right hand
Be a matter to my country
I spill my blood out on this land

And if ı should die in this battle
İt`s a noble thing ı do
And if ı should be a hero
Then ı will return to you

The grace gave me my kingdom
My only royalty
Now to raise my sword against
A lord to protect my family

So ı'll fight for them tomorrow
March in the name of tara
To see their children - parished
By an enthralled soldiers sword