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Calls of intervention, cries for help
A messanger has arrived to the court of Etrand
Heathens taking over, cries of help
An army of aid shall be discretely sent from Etrand!
Civil War brewing, internal divisions
Etrand picked side with one of the provisions
Armies on the march, loyalists, brothers hand in hand
The heathen usurpers we shall overthrow, hand in hand!
[Chorus]
Battle of Ancestors' Hill, faithful of Titanius hand-in-hand
Knights charge, legionaries hold their ground
Froturn's fate on the line, who shall decide?
Which side shall prevail?
Skirmishes at dawn, a clash of steel,
The brave and the bold, their fates to seal.
Etrandish warriors, their hearts alight,
For glory and honor, they rise to fight.
Bryant leads the charge, a prince so bold,
But loyalist spears, their line they hold.
Counterattacks break, the cries of men,
The battlefield echoes, again and again.
[Chorus]
Battle of Ancestors' Hill, faithful of Titanius hand-in-hand,
Knights charge, legionaries hold their ground.
Froturn's fate on the line, who shall decide?
Which side shall prevail?
Nightfall’s shadow, a temporary peace,
Both sides prepare for war’s release.
The Halflings hidden, without supplies,
In silent darkness, they lie in disguise.
Morning's light, the battle resumes,
Elven legionaries, their might consumes.
The Knights of the Blood Red Light stand tall,
But discipline and valor met their fall.
[Chorus]
Battle of Ancestors' Hill, faithful of Titanius hand-in-hand,
Knights charge, legionaries hold their ground.
Froturn's fate on the line, who shall decide?
Which side shall prevail?
Rebels scatter, their spirits torn,
Prince Bryant's retreat, a night forlorn.
Through a forest of spears, they break and flee,
Leaving behind a tragic legacy.
Those left behind, in defiance stand,
Or surrender to fate’s harsh hand.
A battlefield silent, yet echoes still,
The story of Ancestors' Hill.
[Chorus]
Battle of Ancestors' Hill, faithful of Titanius hand-in-hand,
Knights charge, legionaries hold their ground.
Froturn's fate on the line, who shall decide?
Which side shall prevail?
The cries of war, the silence of night...
The cries of war, the silence of night,
In memory's grip, they forever fight.
Ancestors’ Hill, a tale of woe,
A battle remembered, long ago
[Chorus]
Battle of Ancestors' Hill, faithful of Titanius hand-in-hand,
Knights charge, legionaries hold their ground.
Froturn's fate on the line, who shall decide?
Which side shall prevail?
[Guitar fade]
