The Call of the willows
Leaves ruffle as wind blows
A cold crisp air sets the nights gallows
Hiding the beauty of the day, it's last shadows

The Warmth of a fire's burn
A spirit inside calls to be heard
A knight with silver stature, speaks with forced words
A battle to bring down, all the kingdom's worth

Crys still haunt the nights
But the beauty of days bring new light
Those warriors who died were brave, our best
Now heroes refelcted on our companys crest