We marched to the fore,
With bravery and might,
Hopes of wining battle,
But our hopes were out of sight.

The fight hard and long,
swords and spell clashed in the dark,
with the echoes of defeat,
weighing heavy on our hearts.

We fought with all we had,
But the enemy was strong,
And as our numbers dwindled,
We found all hope had gone.

The cost of war is high,
And now we pay the price,
As the echoes of defeat,
Resound in our hearts tonight.

So mourn lost sisters and brothers,
And grieve for what was done,
let the echoes of defeat,
Remind us what's been won.

Never forget the fallen,
Their sacrifice' won't be in vain,
we'll fight with all our might,
To make their memory's remain.

As we march towards the future,
We'll remember what went before,
As the echoes of defeat,
Spur us on to win the war.