Ryzom

Now the message of war has been told
It seems to be our task to ready our stronghold
We are to clean and sharpen our blade
Ready for war we are and so is our bait

I can see our allies flee
When the enemies army they see
Blood and pain rule the field
As long as homins have weapons to wield

Memories of dead and wounded will fade
But forever we can't keep faith
A medal you hold as token
But your friends are gone and your heart is broken

(I'm sorry if there are any typos, english issn't my prime language )