I am thy lady, my army I will lead thy army, my men From dungeons of misery, I will flee From dragons and demons, we will free
Thou art fathers (to family) Thou art saviour (to country) For she is thy army
Draw out thy swords, [beneath thee] Underneath my commands, [lay thee] Banish thy lords, blasphemy
From ye elves of hills And standing lakes, I draw I call forth thee, weak masters To my battlegrounds Between virtue and vice I am thy lord, my army She who tempt thee To attractive sins
She, who contradicts claims Of mercy and justice She, is thy army For your lord is a she
