'Tween banners of old

And the black bird's eye

Came the words of steel

Neither willing to die

From atop a wyrm

A slayer, a slayer, a slayer

Into hard ranks, he swirled and he slashed

His blade a ghost through a shield

Many good souls into the ground soaked

As not one willing to yield

Forth a champion rides

Of honor, of honor, of honor

In armor of valor

With weapons of light

Order and chaos

Fought into the night

For the kingdom and gods

To battle, to battle, to battle

Longblade and ax

Bit at the devil's swords

'Til the slayer raised hand

Spitting black words

Invoking his evil

The terror, the terror, the terror

Planting his boots

The champion stood

The bastion of right

His shield of good

Thus back turned the battle

Press onward, press onward, press onward!

There did he kneel

The Slayer's helm shattered

His army in ruins

The raven's eye tattered

A day of light forever

The glory, the glory, the glory