Raging across the plains with lances forward,
Tens of Thousands, Hooves shake the battered land.
"Wave your banners high, Oh proud soldiers!!
Ride out with me my comrades & friends"

Charge at the enemy heroes of The Burning Shield,
Endure the clash of steel & strength.
Afraid not of death, Followers of the Burning Shield,
For it burns as bright as the Sun.

The other side of the field are the ones,
Worthy of our test of valor & bravery.
"Smite them down with might, these last sons
Of the blighted God of all evil & treachery."