Chapter Seven (The Battle)

Run away or fight to save ourselves, we all know there's no use

Feel the pain of scorching flames before we're sentenced to the noose

They said to run, don't stop, or go down before the fight

Raise a toast to our freedom 'til it's taken by the night

But our king has no power 'til this village loses hope

So take your sword, seize his tower, you can kneel before the throne

Take your sword, seize his tower, you can kneel before the throne

Quiet footsteps on the path under a sky devoid of light

Taught the bravest ones to tremble, flee the dark and not to fight

Take a chance, face the fear, raise your battle cry at dawn

Take a stand, the hour's near, 'til the victory is won

And our king will have no power once this village finds its hope

So take your sword, seize his tower, stand up tall against the throne

Take your sword, seize his tower, stand up tall against the throne

Gather 'round, gather 'round

Gather 'round, gather 'round

Gather 'round, gather 'round

Gather 'round, gather 'round

Steady on, all must be silent

Lest they find us, make no sound

Climb the rampart out of sight

Then intercept the castle guards

Silent shadows through the halls

No light of torches, just the stars

If you heed your every step, we can take them by surprise

Then defeat he won't accept, and light returning to the sky

While the king still has power, we have finally found our hope

Though the groundquakes don't cower, we can stand on faith alone

Though the groundquakes don't cower, we can stand on faith alone

Though the groundquakes don't cower, we can stand on faith alone