Allyshian Thunder

Well once again I walk this way, my naked sword in hand.
Once more the damned invaders come marauding in our land.
As we march out to meet them, though we give our lives.
We'll fight for honor, for glory, and our wives.

The thunder calls, the thunder calls, the thunder calls again.
The lightning strikes, it splits the night and shows the ranks of men.
The ranks of men in grim array are marching on to war
The thunder calls, the lightning strikes, it shines on helm and sword

So come pick up your weapons lads, we'll march as we will fight.
There's not a man amoung us that will get much sleep tonight.
For each mile that we march is a mile they can't take,
and our brothers live in borderlands and they we'll not forsake.

The thunder calls...

So come form up the battle lines, the enemy's in sight.
Nothing stands before us; they will feel our fearful might.
The crashing of the lines; their's buckles yet our's stands,
and a bold Allyshian battle cry springs forth from every man.

The thunder calls...

The enemy retreating as we push home our attack;
driving them before us, there's no thought of turning back.
They came at us with fire and steel, trying to take our land.
We'll make sure they get it; six feet to a man.

The thunder calls...