The Fall Of Tara - Suidakra

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 I should die in this battle

It’s a noble thing I do

And if I should be a hero

Then I 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 I’ll fight for them tomorrow

March in the name of Tara

To see their children — parished

By an enthralled soldiers sword