City Walls - Bob Catley

The lights go down

To the deafening sound

Thunder clouds rolling in through the night

My heartbeat pounds

As the heavens resound

In the wide invincible sky

The lightning strikes

From celestial heights

Goes to ground and testifies

Its broken chains

Like symmetrical veins

Crack the black terrestrial night

The fortress walls

Face the numberless hordes

Will they stand the test of time?

The hourglass stands

Almost empty of sand

Live or die on destiny’s shrine

The cruel wind cries

It incessantly whines

In the face of the battle to come

In strength and size

This colossal divide

Is a vast immeasurable one

The horns that sound

Strike fear in the proud

But we’re snared and there’s nowhere to run

We’ll live or die

With heads held high

Till the mighty victory’s won

The skyline cloaked

By the blackening smoke

That defies the naked eye

We stand our ground

Inextricably bound

By the ties of friendship and pride

We flight the bow

And wait for the archer’s drum

We strike the blow

That’s straight to the heart, our shields to the hun

We fight as we try to keep our dreams alive

That history might recall

Those who braved the kingdom’s rise and fall

Fought from the city walls

Retreat or stand

Is the law of this land

In the cold hearted thick of the fight

And death’s reign damned

My superlative plans

Making pyres of dreams and old times

For Isengard

Cast flames through the heart

Like the fireball crossing the sky

The Helms Deep walls

Lie breached in the dark

As we stand defenceless inside

The brave and pure

For a moment stand sure

Then to sanctuary we fly

The hordes can’t reach

Our impregnable keep

Till the light of dawn when we ride

We flight the bow

And wait for the archer’s drum

We strike the blow

That’s straight to the heart, our shields to the hun

We fight as we try to keep our dreams alive

That history might recall

Those who braved the kingdom’s rise and fall

Fought from the city walls

We flight the bow

And wait for the archer’s drum

We strike the blow

That’s straight to the heart, our shields to the hun

We fight as we try to keep our dreams alive

That history might recall

Those who braved the kingdom’s rise and fall

Fought from the city walls

We flight the bow

And wait for the archer’s drum

We strike the blow

That’s straight to the heart, our shields to the hun

We fight as we try to keep our dreams alive

That history might recall

Those who braved the kingdom’s rise and fall

Fought from the city walls

Fought from the city walls