One Against the Tide - Suidakra

Defending the realm against the hordes

Born from tales and ancient lore

Defying the tide with pitch black blade

Out of the mists a brave one came

By his command our soldiers charged

Hurling themselves at the enemy’s heart

Across the sacred moors they flowed

Taking the shape of the trident of old

(Taking the shape of the trident of old)

Leading his men into the maws of death

He himself was head of the attack

Behind him, the living trident roared

Born from tales and ancient lore

Born from tales and ancient lore

Born from tales and ancient lore

(And ancient lore, and ancient lore)

Defending the realm against the hordes

Born from tales and ancient lore

Defying the tide with pitch black blade

Out of the mists a brave one came

No dread left of maiming his own men

When the last of the cimbric soldiers fell

No reason to hold back the boiling rage

Leaving battered bodies in his wake

Wielding his blackened serpent sword

Radiating a sacred force

Mowing down waves of savage Picts

Burning green fire from within

(Burning green fire from within)

Burning green fire from within

(Fire from within, fire from within)

Defending the realm against the hordes

Born from tales and ancient lore

Defying the tide with pitch black blade

Out of the mists a brave one came

Bearing the serpent mark of old

Out of the war a legend rose

Ending the hordes with a final blow

Into the mists the brave one strode

One strong rock to break the tide

Committing the ultimate sacrifice

Only his shattered helm remains

We pray for his return one day