I'm sorry honey Our ships are about to leave Not waiting for funny Battle awaits sword in my hand In my heart We wait Then land Now screaming Battle planned Invited to see Climb to the top The taking of land Never enough It's never enough The things we must gain A plague from the north We arrive Too late Don't pray Your illusions Has to and On purest form I'll reinstate Never again Season to come Help me convince Victory mine Your fate In my hand Take away But my plan