Defending the realm against the hordes Born from tales and ancient lore Defying the tide with pitch black blade Out of the mists a brave one came By his command our soldiers charged Hurling themselves at the enemy's heart Across the sacred moors they flowed Taking the shape of the trident of old Leading his men into the maws of death He himself was head of the attack Behind him, the living trident roared Born from tales and ancient lore Born from tales and ancient lore Defending the realm against the hordes Born from tales and ancient lore Defying the tide with pitch black blade Out of the mists a brave one came No dread left of maiming his own men When the last of the cimbric soldiers fell No reason to hold back the boiling rage Leaving battered bodies in his wake Wielding his blackened serpent sword Radiating a sacred force Mowing down waves of savage picts Burning green fire from within Burning green fire from within Defending the realm against the hordes Born from tales and ancient lore Defying the tide with pitch black blade Out of the mists a brave one came Bearing the serpent mark of old Out of the war a legend rose Ending the hordes with a final blow Into the mists the brave one strode One strong rock to break the tide Commiting the ultimate sacrifice Only his shattered helm remains We peay for his return one day