Enemy at the gates, the source of despair They came here by thousands, straight from the lair. We are far outnumbered, but we will not fail... We praise to the gods, and for gods we yell HAIL!
The battle is cruel, to much blood on the ground To much of the crying and metal sound. The forces diminished, but we see the light... And with new forces gained, continue the fight! Hail to the gods for the power received Hail to our army... Hail! We will succed!