A danger is brewing
A swift, cold storm
And on it the ambush of ages
Beware, strange fellow
The tempests are raging
And the fortress cannot long hold
The siege has begun
And darkness is stirring
Fare you well, and be careful
The war-cries declared
The battle's begun
Swift, for cover, run!
The wails of the children,
The sufferer's call,
Slowly intermix
With the torrents of blood