They gathered in the morning twilight, ten thousand mortal men
with banners held high to the sky, and eyes that gleamed with pride
their hail was carried through the air as the king adressed the crowd
he spoke of the battle soon to come, and how the day world end in glory
they all hearkened to his wisdom and in their souls a hope was lit
and with his words still ringing in their ears they marched... onwards into battle
The morning silence was broken by ten thousand marching men
unknowing of what the day might bring their hearts all beat with strength
the day of reckoning was finally here, the slavery would end
with dreams of freedom they rose their heads and stared into the sun
a cold pale void on the freezing sky, bearly breaking through the dust
high above it's fading light lead the way... onwards into battle
Before them laid a cold grey desert, a landscape void of life
the portal of the tower stared like the black eyes of the night
the tower stood as a spike thrust straight in to the heart of heaven
as struck down in to the mountain by giants of the past