From beyond the horizon the armies come,
marching in time with the drum,
and the many trumpets sound,
until the message shakes the ground.
They sing: "Lo, we mighty armies come,
marching to the booming drum!
Fighting for our sworn liege,
we've come to put the castle to siege!"
Grinding foes beneath their heel,
blades so swift, clad in steel,
the Knights march on,
and sing their song.
They sing: "Lo, we mighty armies come,
marching to the booming drum!
Fighting for our sworn liege,
we've come to put the castle to siege!"
Behind the Knights march the soldiers,
gripping spears, moving boulders,
aspiring to join the Knights,
in their eyes, hope shines bright.
They sing: "Lo, we mighty armies come,
marching to the booming drum!
Fighting for our sworn liege,
we've come to put the castle to siege!"
Behind the soldiers the archers march,
bows drawing a graceful arch,
the straightest arrows without slightest bend,
the archers march 'til bitter end.
They sing: "Lo, we mighty armies come,
marching to the booming drum!
Fighting for our sworn liege,
we've come to put the castle to siege!"
Last in line, the engineers,
what they build, the stuff of fears,
ballistae, catapaults and so much more,
they go to build weapons of war.
They sing: "Lo, we mighty armies come,
marching to the booming drum!
Fighting for our sworn liege,
we've come to put the castle to siege!"
Along the dusty path they march,
through the rolling plains.
Over lush green hills they go,
the army is coming, and all shall know.
They sing: "Lo, we mighty armies come,
marching to the booming drum!
Fighting for our sworn liege,
we've come to put the castle to siege!"
Looming like a giant grey specter,
the castle can be seen ahead.
And under the cloudless, moonlit sky,
the Knights will rouse the fore from bed.
They sing: "Lo, we mighty armies come,
marching to the booming drum!
Fighting for our sworn liege,
we've come to put the castle to siege!"
And at the general's swift command,
silence falls apon the land.
The Knight's singing stops abrupt,
and chaos prepares to erupt.
They sing: "Lo, we mighty armies come,
marching to the booming drum!
Fighting for our sworn liege,
we've come to put the castle to siege!"
And in the castle, no one knows,
that they are besiged by foes.
All the sentries lie in red,
thanks to the archers who shot them dead.
They sing: "Lo, we mighty armies come,
marching to the booming drum!
Fighting for our sworn liege,
we've come to put the castle to siege!"
And through the night the army labors,
preparing for the attack.
For at the dawn's first light they'll savor,
the thrill of the fight.
They sing: "Lo, we mighty armies come,
marching to the booming drum!
Fighting for our sworn liege,
we've come to put the castle to siege!"
As morning dawns upon the land,
the wallguard's spear fall from his hand.
A fearful scream escapes his lips,
as he finds the archer's work.
They sing: "Lo, we mighty armies come,
marching to the booming drum!
Fighting for our sworn liege,
we've come to put the castle to siege!"
And as the guards run to the wall,
and look out on the land.
they see the Knights dressed for war,
sheild on arm, sword in hand.
They sing: "Lo, we mighty armies come,
marching to the booming drum!
Fighting for our sworn liege,
we've come to put the castle to siege!"
As the castle falls into chaos,
and the garrison arms for war,
the Knights stand calmly outside the gate,
until ordered they will wait.
They sing: "Lo, we mighty armies come,
marching to the booming drum!
Fighting for our sworn liege,
we've come to put the castle to siege!"
Catching arrows on their sheilds,
the Knights stare across the plain,
and gaze upon their entrenched foe,
who soon shall be slain.
They sing: "Lo, we mighty armies come,
marching to the booming drum!
Fighting for our sworn liege,
we've come to put the castle to siege!"
The general raises a steel clad hand,
and to the castle points.
And with an army at his back,
gives the order to attack.
They sing: "Lo, we mighty armies come,
marching to the booming drum!
Fighting for our sworn liege,
we've come to put the castle to siege!"
The ground shudders with a thousand feet,
as the Knights storm across the plain.
Arrows fly over head,
as the archers take careful aim.
They sing: "Lo, we mighty armies come,
marching to the booming drum!
Fighting for our sworn liege,
we've come to put the castle to siege!"
The catapaults throw their deadly loads,
the ballistae launch their bolts.
The burning missles hit the walls,
which shudder, buckle, and fall.
They sing: "Lo, we mighty armies come,
marching to the booming drum!
Fighting for our sworn liege,
we've come to put the castle to siege!"
And even as the gatehouse falls,
and the guard in retreat crawls,
the Knights stream through the gate,
leaving carnage in their wake.
They sing: "Lo, we mighty armies come,
marching to the booming drum!
Fighting for our sworn liege,
we've come to put the castle to siege!"
With a mighty roar the armies meet,
one must suffer cruel defeat.
And as the Knights mount the wall,
the outcome is known by all.
They sing: "Lo, we mighty armies come,
marching to the booming drum!
Fighting for our sworn liege,
we've come to put the castle to siege!"
And when the moon shines on the land,
victory is at hand.
The battle won under setting sund,
teh Knights rule the land.
They sing: "Lo, we mighty armies came,
marching through the wind and rain!
Fighting for our sworn liege,
we came and put the castle to siege!" [/pre]
