New Weapons

You can feel this night is restless,
Their feet are rustling the ground,
The air quakes, reverberates,
They bring our defenses down.

Ten thousand voices shouting war,
Our whispering silent, unseen.
We have just kids to fight for us,
They brought at fight another breed.

The fortress screams in plain despair,
While ladders escalade the walls.
The gate is forced – battering ram,
They use a culvert as a door.

He holds a flaming torch in hand,
And so they make a way for him,
To scar the fortress even more,
With blasting-fire that he brings.

…

The horn now sings our offence,
We cut our way through enemies,
And on the hill we see our friends,
And we can feel the victory!