The sun rises on the fifth day
An ill omen, a sign of things to come
It burns blood-red in the height of summer
We seek fame & glory, riches & plunder
We march to the beat of a steady drum
Only forward, we have our orders
We meet the enemy with full force
Armed to the teeth and ready for war
The horses were saddled, but we left them behind
The terrain was more treacherous than we had anticipated
A foul wind blew, stirring up the desert
Blinding us, covering us in a layer of dust
But onwards we march, stopping at nothing
Our sights are set on glory
We will settle for nothing less
We were ready for a war, but not for the battle
The enemy caught us by surprise
Surrounded on all sides
Hidden beneath the sand
Waylaid by snares and traps
We never had a chance
The storm was nothing natural
A conjuring from a powerful sorcerer
The battle was over before it had begun
Our force routed and scattered
Men crying, men fleeing, men dying
They expected us to surrender
But we would rather die before we do
The warrior spirit never dies
Ever looking for a new host
Our stories live on in legend
Passed down through the generations
No cowardice, no surrender
We fought until the end
To a man we all perished
All except for one
The chosen one, the man of prophecy
The one foretold to bring about a day of glory
The one that would unite us
The one who would make our foes suffer
The one whose hammer and sword struck fear in the hearts of man
Our hero, our savior, our god
The blood-red sun foretold a tale of doom
But it wasn’t our doom
It wasn’t our destruction
The battle may have been lost
But the war wasn’t over
We had been ambushed
The folly of fools is being unprepared
And unprepared we were not
For we had magic of our own
A second horde hidden in shadow
Waiting for the signal
Our hero was the bait
Luring the enemy in
One man in all his glory
What good could one man do?
But he was our savior, our god
Strength beyond compare, a whirlwind was he
A blood-red sun, a bloody day
Men were lost, but valor won us that day
A blood-red sun, an ill omen
A tale of doom, but not our own
Heroes may die, but legends live on
A blood-red sun
Death came not to us that day