The Strait of Dover or The Wash
Prepare the ships the channel's crossed
Our hearts are battle borne
4 days time to the north
Caledonian spells slow down our march
To a crawl
But they can't stave off
Their impending destruction
O Arthurian mage
Call your flame like rain
Concentrate on the fire
Enchantress of the bow
Unleash your arrow swarms
To crash upon the survivors
Tactical Magics
North of the wall
Enchanted traps
North of the wall
Our mettle is tested
North of the wall
Spells were prepared
North of the wall
They've all the air of legionnaires
Their leather's worn and swords are bare
They step in our trap
Sorcery rips them in half
Their fragile minds begin to tear
And fold indefinitely
The earth upends itself
And leaves them frozen by madness
The book is opened
Passages read
Illusions are prepared
Chaos is spread
Our mettle is tested
North of the wall