Life is life
So carry on
Worriers berthed
Through sweetest song

Undoubtedly untouchable
Undeniably indestructible
Their drive is hope
Their strength is faith

They march to battle  
Swords are ready
Hands on hilts
To hold them steady

In silver armor
Heavily clad  
Their shields strapped tight
As eyes reflect the aging night

They march in lines
As infantry
As far as one man's
Eye can see

With their hopes high
Objectives clear
A bold and booming
Battle cheer

Our hearts are pure
Our minds are clear  
Our souls complete
Immune to fear

Though many swords
May fall to gray
I for one
Will always stay

For I am loyal
Like my brother
Sworn by oath
To one another

Fight to death
Serve my kings call
Never giving less than all
Lest I see my brother fall

We march to guard
The lower gate
And stem this flood
Of hideous hate

To crush evil
Once and for all
Today we see
The darkness fall

The lower gate
Is now in sight
Enlightened ones
Prepare to fight

Now whispers flow  
Like calm sea water
As hands on hilts
Grow steadily hotter

Calm complexed
And slightly vexed
Thoughts on all minds
Are what comes next

The leader worrier
Always true
Instructs his men
In what to do

"Bend your knees
Swords in hand
Iron tips
Thrust in the sand"

Heads are bowed
A prayer is spoken
Evil ranks by thin
Be broken

Now worriers rise
Prepared to fight
And guard the gate
Through aging night

The names of God
Rise in the sky
As worriers
Belt forth battle cries