By Vladmir
Left our home in Summer sun,
Marched on through to Autumm's fall,
Spilled our blood in Winter's Snow,
All in the name of Altene.
Filled our breast's with warrior's pride,
Marched until our fears dis die,
Bled and heard our widows cry,
All in the name of Altene.
Took the town we'd never seen,
For a queen but not our own,
Killed a thousand men who we'll never know,
All in the name of Altene.
Paid in gold by the unknown queen,
Sent it home to meet the needs,
Found another king whose war needs won,
All in the the name of Altene.
Now we march to lands far away,
To fight a war we're paid to win,
And spend another year away from our kin,
All in the name of Altene.