Turning The Tide

An army sails on
With the ocean at their feat
They bring war to my shores
They’ve one purpose
Claim our waters
Far to the north
A great host without a fleet
With swords made of steel
They’ve one order
Slay our army
There’s an army north
Marching hard across our lands
They were born for battle
They were bred for war
Fly into the sun
We won't be slaves to evil men.

Turning the tide
We must ride
Face the Dragonlords
The curse of the old king
He’s part man and part beast
But he will heed the call
Lift their famed curse
Take back the sea
For we will march to war
Meet our kinsmen on the beach.

A red battle will unfold
Show no mercy
They’ve no honour
High up in the sky
Mighty dragons fly
Seeking glory in folklore
We must sail before the great storm
High up in the sky
Raging dragons fly
Seeking blood in a great war
We must sail before the great storm.