Banner Pulled About By Gale

Forceful thunder 
Dark heavens have torn already 
In the mad battle great warriors 
are perishing 
They've never though 
of dishonourable escape 
Flags pulled with gale 
the battle roar have unified 
groan of dying 
In Encouraging them to fight 
And stood up our strict master 
Keeping his sword in the right 
And he hit his enemy's skull 
Without mercy 
And fair anger 
Have Surrounded our army 
…And we defeated hostile tribes