A legion of pikemen forged a wall of fearsome dread
Where enemies would fall and their horses lay dead
Their pikes the thorns on the stalk of the kingdom's rose
Defending the castle of the land where no mercy shall ever grow

A terrifying phalanx, a sign of certain death
With steel-tipped pikes that seek to steal the foe's final breath
Green fields of hallowed battle countless rows of dragons’ teeth
An unyielding shield, steel wall upon the heath

Pikes tightly packed like wheat in a field so flat
Like the spines of a hedgehog's back
Wooden shafts poised to attack

Cavaliers cower in fear
Marching towards a forest of spears
Highly trained horses bray and rear
As a sea of spikes draws near

Beneath the bannered skies where battle songs are sung
They form an iron wall and coax you to your death

Hear battle's harshest hymn where steel collides with flesh
Now face the dragon's breath, the heat of a kingdom's rage