A SILVER RIVER FLOWS

A silver river flows
Alongside the golden hill
There ride all the warlords
To bleach their swords

Dress yourself young brother
Saddle your steed
Beyond the gates I heard
The rumbling of copper drums

Open! Copper gates
Open all the way
Now my brothers will ride
With swords strapped across their chests

All with plumes upon their hats
All with stars upon their swords
From each hat dawn will break
From each sword the sun will rise

Garb yourself in iron, brother
Don't wear pure silver
Iron garb is fit for war
This is not a time for silver