Two Hundred Men - Dreamtale

There is only one king

We will ride beside him

Troops are fearless

And we are at his disposal

At the battlefield

We’ll form the toughest shield

The honor of the king

Is in our hands

Our master is guarded

By crew of two hundred men

Red sun reveals a misty ground

And silent — has fell the battle’s sound

Deceivers — came to claim his crown

And no one’s left alive

New day will arise

Hail to our lord

He has led us with his sword

We shall follow his footsteps for eternally

Wherever he’ll go, the army will follow

With the strength

Of two hundred men