The Queen's Call to Arms

Lo! Hear ye now, in shadowed hall. A tale of crown,

of war's grim call. The maiden queen, with helm of light.

Does summon steel for honor's fight. Upon the field where dusk doth

creep. Her banners wake from silent sleep. She lifts her voice so clear,

so high. Let none be faint, nor fear to die.

Hail the Queen so fair, so bold. Her wrath is fire,

her heart is gold. Ride, ye riders, swift as wind.

For doom and glory now are twinned. But to bowmen keen she speaketh