Banner Pulled About By Gale

Forceful thunder
Dark heavens have torn already
In the mad battle great warriors
are perishing
They've never though
of dishonourable escape
Flags pulled with gale
the battle roar have unified
groan of dying
In Encouraging them to fight
And stood up our strict master
Keeping his sword in the right
And he hit his enemy's skull
Without mercy
And fair anger
Have Surrounded our army
…And we defeated hostile tribes