A cry
for help in time of need
With 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 there
and watch the city fail.
Desperation,
desperation,
it's a desperate race against the mind,
and a race against
Let 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 remember
in September,
that's the night the end of war screamed.
We made the enemy bleed.
The way the songs arrive
Fire and steel,
and the marble make their energy
Coming down the mountainside
Armor and pace,
and the marble is an army
Not a way, no soul to ride
Fire and steel,
and the marble make their energy
Coming down the turn of tide
Armor and pace,
and the marble is an army
Not a way, no soul to ride
Fire and steel,
and the marble make their energy
Coming down the mountainside
Armor and pace,
and the marble is an army
Now the Wainhurst Saws arrive
Fire and steel
At the bow of Mek-el-el-em-ay
Coming down great time to tide
On the left base
At the bow of Insadda-di-ah-ay-ch
We remember,
in September
When the Wainhurst Saws arrive