In serried ranks the foe advance across the battlefield.
Their banners catch the rising wind and still they do come on.
We stand to meet their fierce assault with lines drawn thin and wide.
I clench my sword in gauntlet hand, a stout shield guards my side
Their shouts affright the air above but I only hear your name
Which soars aloft from twixt my lips, to set my world aflame.
With reeling ranks the foe give ground across the battlefield.
Their banners islands in the storm and still they do come on.
Within the press the heat and dust combine to wear us down
And doubles every weapon's weight with every blow that's thrown
The sun is hot upon my back but I only hear your voice.
Which flows out as the rushing stream to raise my blade again
With broken ranks the foe retreat across the battlefield.
Their banners riven from their shafts and still they do come on.
Our warriors fight with newfound heart for they see victory.
The paean rises from their throats but does not move me.
I cast my thoughts far from these fields but can not reach you
And so I will no victory see til next I see you.
The air above a dozen camps across the battlefield,
is filled with stories of the foe, and still they do come on.
We celebrate the victory won in liquor and in song.
I pull my cloak about my throat, as the night grows cold and long.
The sweet savor of the battle dims, and I long to be near you
And I'll hold no victory half so dear as the next time I hold you.