• A sword is in the pastures.
    A foot upon the hills.
    Where now are the heroes?
    To wipe away our fears.
    Have they been forgotten?
    In the passing of our time?
    Or simply been misplaced?
    By those who sit and whine.
    For the swords are in the pastures,
    The feet upon the hills.
    The heroes lie forgotten.
    The fears are drawing near.
    Soon a time will come,
    When our courage will be tested,
    Our hearts, our will, our souls.
    Or all shall be corrupted.
    The swords are in the pastures,
    The feet are upon the hills.
    The heroes lie forgotten,
    When all we lose is dear.