The Fall

Many troops ride
The northern lands
Defenses are weak
The end is near
Shady deals broken pacts
Do we have a chance?
The enemy’s army
Is marching off to war
Calling his name St. Mark
Lives again after the fall
Facing his fate there will
Be glory and the story will never ends
Council met today
Surrender or fight?
Cannons fire again
Maybe for the last time
Voices of conspiracies
Of a French attack
Tonight we’re not even
Safe in our beds
Calling his name St. Mark
Lives again after the fall
Facing his fate there will
Be glory and the story will never ends