When the King cries out, "'Tis to war we go!"
The call to arms rings out
The army we amass is the best in the land,
From our knights to our Calon scouts
We will take the field; we will never yield.
You can hear us proudly sing.
We have earned the right; we will always fight
To the death in the name of our King.
Hardened warriors of Calontir,
Our Huscarls, they are feared.
A thousand foes to their death will go
At the hand of the Iren Hirth.
We will take the field; we will never yield.
You can hear us proudly sing.
We have earned the right; we will always fight
To the death in the name of our King.
Fyrdmen fill the ranks as in days of old.
And when the dust has cleared,
Many a man will tonight rest cold
From the blows of the Iren-Fyrd.
We will take the field; we will never yield.
You can hear us proudly sing.
We have earned the right; we will always fight
To the death in the name of our King.
If we stand or fall, we are champions all.
As fighters, we pledge here
To lend our might, and always fight
In defence of Calontir.
We will take the field; we will never yield.
You can hear us proudly sing.
We have earned the right; we will always fight
To the death in the name of our King.