Titans Battle

(Introduction)
(grand chorus medieval epic)
(Aria opera tenor)
Warriors, the field of battle doth call,
Many among us shall soon meet the ground,
Yet we shall die with honor and valor tall,
Our names in the ages as song shall resound.
(Power metal furious)
Some shall flee like shadows in the night,
With no glory, no tale for their kin to tell.
Cowards, without legacy or might,
Forgotten, no path but shame’s cold spell.
A few shall stand strong in the fiercest fight,
Days of glory 'til the last breath is taken.
Weary, yet steadfast with unyielding might,
For our King, our lives are never forsaken.
(Grand chorus)
Onward! Let the enemy's blood be our sweet wine,
We drink from silver, the end be divine.
We march forth with strength, and ne’er retreat,
For forward alone our foes shall we meet!
(Aria opera Tenor)
And at the last, the city shall welcome us home,
With feasting, with cheers, with laughter and mirth.
Even gods envy what our King hath shown,
Justice and bounty that measure our worth.
(Heavy metal melodic)
Then, at dawn, we shall hear the weeping cry,
Of our foes who come, with trembling and dread.
Death awaits them, beneath a darkened sky,
We welcome the war, no fear in our stead.
(Grand chorus)
Onward! Let the enemy's blood be our sweet wine,
We drink from silver, the end be divine.
We march forth with strength, and ne’er retreat,
For forward alone our foes shall we meet!
(Power metal triumph)
Prepare ye, warriors, for war is eternal,
Here or in hell, our path stays infernal.
Onward, unbowed, to destiny’s call,
For we are the steel, divine above all!