A cryfor help in time of needWith relief from holy need,sixty days of siege outnumbered and weak.Sent a message to the sky,wounded soldiers left to die,Will they hold the wall or will the siege befall?Dedication,dedication,they're outnumbered fifteen to one,Let the battle be done! Let the winged assauls arrive!Coming down from the mountainside!Let the winged assauls arrive!Coming down they turn the tide!are passing by and as the dead are filing high,no escape and no salvation.Ventures to explosive halls are buried deep beneath the walls,plant the charges thereand watch the city fail.Desperation,desperation,it's a desperate race against the mind,and a race againstLet the winger of Sars arrive,coming down the mountainside.Let the winger of Sars arrive,coming down great turn of tide.Cannonballs are coming down from the sky,genocides are already in line.We will seek their vengeance, Ivor and Nare.You'll be stopped upon the steps of our gate.On this field you're all in phase in our hate.But look on this mountain still in your fate.We rememberin September,that's the night the end of war screamed.We made the enemy bleed.The way the songs arriveFire and steel,and the marble make their energyComing down the mountainsideArmor and pace,and the marble is an armyNot a way, no soul to rideFire and steel,and the marble make their energyComing down the turn of tideArmor and pace,and the marble is an armyNot a way, no soul to rideFire and steel,and the marble make their energyComing down the mountainsideArmor and pace,and the marble is an armyNow the Wainhurst Saws arriveFire and steelAt the bow of Mek-el-el-em-ayComing down great time to tideOn the left baseAt the bow of Insadda-di-ah-ay-chWe remember,in SeptemberWhen the Wainhurst Saws arrive