North Shield

Our army gathers, And so do we.
The sounds of war posseses us all.
The horn sound, and we gather
under the banner of
The North Shield

From the four corners of the realm they came
With our campfires burning we fill the fields;
like the stars filling the nights of
The North Shield

Princes, Dukes, Barons and Lords they all come
White, yellow, red & blue; we all gather too.
And blacken the battle fields.
With our crowns shining like stars,
We charge the field like the night sky of
The North Shield

With our spirits high and our standards higher,
we will take the battle fields.
For we are
The North Shield