Medieval song

In the realm of ancient lore, Where castles rise and kingdoms soar, Amidst the mist of battle cries, Brave warriors clash 'neath stormy skies. With swords of steel and shields of oak, They march into the fray, hearts stoked, To defend their land, their honor bold, In tales of valor yet untold. Beneath the banners, fierce and true, They fight for freedom, fight for you, Through fields of blood and rivers deep, Their promises they vow to keep. Within the walls of fortress grand, They stand as one, a valiant band, Against the tyrant's ruthless hand, They make their final brave stand. But though they fall, their spirits rise, Their names emblazoned in the skies, For in their hearts, the fire still burns, For freedom, for glory, they return. So let their saga echo loud, Through valleys green and mountains proud, For in the annals of history's page, Their legend lives from age to age. In the hallowed halls where legends dwell, Their tales are told, their deeds retell, For they were more than mere mortal men, They were the guardians of the fen. With every swing of axe and sword, They fought for honor, for their lord, Through the darkest night and brightest day, Their courage led them to the fray. In the heart of battle's raging st In the realm of ancient lore, Where castles rise and kingdoms soar, Amidst the mist of battle cries, Brave warriors clash 'neath stormy skies. With swords of steel and shields of oak, They march into the fray, hearts stoked, To defend their land, their honor bold, In tales of valor yet untold. Beneath the banners, fierce and true, They fight for freedom, fight for you, Through fields of blood and rivers deep, Their promises they vow to keep. Within the walls of fortress grand, They stand as one, a valiant band, Against the tyrant's ruthless hand, They make their final brave stand. But though they fall, their spirits rise, Their names emblazoned in the skies, For in their hearts, the fire still burns, For freedom, for glory, they return. So let their saga echo loud, Through valleys green and mountains proud, For in the annals of history's page, Their legend lives from age to age. In the hallowed halls where legends dwell, Their tales are told, their deeds retell, For they were more than mere mortal men, They were the guardians of the fen. With every swing of axe and sword, They fought for honor, for their lord, Through the darkest night and brightest day, Their courage led them to the fray. In the heart of battle's raging st