Lions of Albion

Lions of Albion. Go! The front line! Where banners crack in the cold

dawn wind, the lions of Albion rise again. Arms men standing like walls of

stone, guardians sworn to the silver throne. Paladins march with a holy flame,

whispering courage through the storm and rain. Mercenaries grin with their blades unleashed,

no crown to serve, no oath to keep. From Camelot's heart

to the edge of the realm. Oh. The roar of the lion will

steady the helm. Lions of Albion, forged in fire, bound by steel and the realm's

desire. Through shadow and storm, through glory and scars,