Poltava (Isengard)

A king was born in times of war Strong like the lion heart He marched for glory Searching for victory Conquering the world Through snow, wind, fire and rain The army marches on The Winds of war Is calling our destiny Screaming out in vain: "Blood of our fathers Our sons and Brothers" In 1709, the march was over In Poltava The lions from north met their destiny May their name not be forgotten Let the stories live in our memory Hail the brave and the fallen ones Hail Carolus Rex Sky turns to black The battle lines are drawn Under our flag Together we stand United we fall