Battlegrounds

Follow me legions, pray to our god
Master of the highsword, command us in battle
I am the patriarch, to the forces of might

Free the land now
From our enemies
I pray for fortune
And you will hear my call
I can lead you
Towards our victory
We roam the plains
In a forgotten realm

I rule through religion, your fear is my power
My crusade carries the sign of the burning sword
The morning sun, gleams in my armour spikes

Pray to the mighty god of war
See a vision of a lonely horse
If it's white my horde will cheer
But if it's black we'll fail