Not long displaced
From the Autherian Realm
Vortigorn he looks north
He dons his helm
He sends for help
Near the wall they fight
The enemy is never seen
They wage war at night
A missive
From the isles of old
He requests your warband's help
In return for gold
We gaze upon the ages
The time consort will tell
For the kings to be crowned
A king must fall
For the kings to be crowned
A Celtic king will fall
They load the ships
Across the channel they row
A new land with new enemies
Fighting is all they know
A Celtic king will fall