Hear My Warhorn!

A cycle of poems «Warrior Won't Hurt a Child»

Dawn breaks cold, a steel-grey sky
Another day where men must die
The whispers spread, the tension tight
Tonight we march, and we will fight

Hear my warhorn! Calling loud and clear
A battle cry to banish fear
For hearth and home, for kith and kin
Hear my warhorn! Let the fight begin!

The banners wave, a crimson tide
With hardened hearts and righteous pride
We stand as one, a shield of steel
Our purpose clear, our fate to feel

Hear my warhorn! Calling loud and clear
A battle cry to banish fear
For hearth and home, for kith and kin
Hear my warhorn! Let the fight begin!

Let the enemy tremble at our sound
As we charge forth on hallowed ground
Let the earth shake beneath our feet
Victory sweet, or valiant defeat

Hear my warhorn! Calling loud and clear
A battle cry to banish fear
For hearth and home, for kith and kin
Hear my warhorn! Let the fight begin!

The warhorn fades, the battle's won
Or lost, before the setting sun
But in our hearts, the memory stays
Of courage shown, in those dark days.
Hear my warhorn! Hear my warhorn!
The fight is done, until the morn.