To End All

The enemy gathers his forces.
To end the light.
Send riders on horses.
It's time to end his blight.

Together we stand.
Divided we fall.
We must protect this land.
To end this once and for all.

Atop the hill our forces amass.
Many see his forces and cower in fear.
His forces we must surpass.
Though our bravado holds up our end is near.

The time for fleeing is past.
We will fight and die each one of us to the last.