A hundred thousand men in black, their iron shields aligned,
stand against a hundred men, garbed all in white.
The black hoard stand in strength of steal, their head a dark and twisted mind.
The hundred men stand before, their strength, a brilliant light.
The men of black begin to fall, before the hundred men.
How is it done! What aid have you? They called.
And answered they, those men of white,
"There is no dark, where there is a light."
stand against a hundred men, garbed all in white.
The black hoard stand in strength of steal, their head a dark and twisted mind.
The hundred men stand before, their strength, a brilliant light.
The men of black begin to fall, before the hundred men.
How is it done! What aid have you? They called.
And answered they, those men of white,
"There is no dark, where there is a light."
