One Against the Tide Lyrics
One Against the Tide - Suidakra
Written by：Arkadius Antonik
Defending the realm against the hordes
Born from tales and ancient lore
Defying the tide with pitch black blade
Out of the mists a brave one came
By his command our soldiers charged
Hurling themselves at the enemy's heart
Across the sacred moors they flowed
Taking the shape of the trident of old
Taking the shape of the trident of old
Leading his men into the maws of death
He himself was head of the attack
Behind him the living trident roared
Born from tales and ancient lore
Born from tales and ancient lore
Born from tales and ancient lore
Defending the realm against the hordes
Born from tales and ancient lore
Defying the tide with pitch black blade
Out of the mists a brave one came
No dread left of maiming his own men
When the last of the cimbric soldiers fell
No reason to hold back the boiling rage
Leaving battered bodies in his wake
Wielding his blackened serpent sword
Radiating a sacred force
Mowing down waves of savage picts
Burning green fire from within
Burning green fire from within
Burning green fire from within
Fire from within
Fire from within
Defending the realm against the hordes
Born from tales and ancient lore
Defying the tide with pitch black blade
Out of the mists a brave one came
Bearing the serpent mark of old
Out of the war a legend rose
Ending the hordes with a final blow
Into the mists the brave one strode
One strong rock to break the tide
Commiting the ultimate sacrifice
Only his shattered helm remains
We peay for his return one