In Victory We Feast

Victory is upon us and the bold pretender repelled
The sorry souls of the enemy by our will are routed and cwelled
Now is the time for merriment though peril and pain is ahead
So drink to our martial prowess and hail our glorious dead.

Gave their lives in the fight
For tribe and their king
Those of us who remain
Shall feast in their name.

Deep into time our fighting men fell
That ours might the kingdom still be
Steadfast as stone, the last of the line
Embroiled in a chorus of steel.

Sundown is upon us and the enemy is overcome
Their flags and banners in tatters as the golden dragon flies on
This is a time for revelry ere danger rises again
So drink to our martial prowess and praise our valiant dead.

Left their blood on the field
For tribe and for king
Brothers here who still live
We feast in their name.

Deep into time our fighting men fell
That ours might the kingdom still be
Steadfast as stone, the last of the line
Embroiled in a chorus of steel.

Victory is upon us and the bold pretender repelled
The sorry souls of the enemy by our will are routed and cwelled
Now is the time for merriment though peril and pain is ahead
So drink to our martial prowess and hail our glorious dead.

Gave their lives in the fight
For tribe and their king
Those of us who remain
Shall feast in their name.

Feast in their name
For tribe and for king.

Hail!