Battle for Therallas

A cold wind rises on Sehogan valley
In a frozen hope, soldiers shield up
Walking silently toward the besieged capital
The rising sun chasing their fears

Since Riarl left Therallas, corruption took the throne
The fallen mage betrayed his king
A magic cult forged in secret now stands
All around the ramparts

Warriors of western echoes
Come to my call, be proud
Our chance to win back the town
Is in your hands, be honored

Green fire arises beyond the ramparts
A deadly rain decimating the front lines
Running on burnt bodies, Lynna reaches the main door
Opening a breach to the city

Preceded by the king, warriors invade the royal court

Defeated, the cult is forced to retreat
As they mourn the loss of their fallen goals
The sun, sets on the reconquered capital