What if.....
You were a Roman soldier
From the year 441
Sent to guard the eastern border
From the onslaught of the Hun
The armies of the great Attila
Roll o'er your forces like a wave
They burn your house the kill your folk they rape your wife
And you become a slave
And the hoards that ride out of the East
Will they never leave the West in peace
What if.....
You were a Polish peasant
Living in 1241
Unaware of the danger present
That you'd be dead by setting sun
You hear a shout the clash of clanking armor
Coming from the forest to the east
You drop your plow and run to warn your family
But Tartar horsemen cut you down 'fore you can speak
Wave on wave
Of Oriental ruin
Pounding 'cross the plains from east to west
Led by Khan or Turkish sultan
Armies on a European quest
And now we see a giant dragon
The West has woken from its sleep
It was chained down
It was tormented
But soon the Wall will not contain the Jaded Beast
