Watchfires at Twosun

The watchfires burn on Twosun’s wall

Their light is thin and pale

The wind comes cold through broken stone

And whispers through the vale

No drums tonight, no cannon’s roar

Just armor creak and sigh

And men who stare into the dark

And wonder what draws nigh

The powder horns are nearly dry

Each shot a costly thing

The Redcoats sleep in restless turns

And dream of home and spring

Some pray for dawn, some pray for strength

Some simply bow their head

And whisper names of those they knew

Who lie among the dead

So tend the fire and hold the wall

And sing the quiet prayer

For God still hears the weary hearts

Of soldiers waiting there

If morning comes with hope again

Or darkness takes us through

We’ll keep the watch at Twosun’s gate

Till help comes riding through

They speak of Andrew in the wind

And of the Babe on high

Still hunting down the Gnar Dragon

Somewhere beyond the sky

“If he can strike the serpent down

The tide may turn at last…”

So every man who hears that tale

Holds tighter to the past

And far away the fleet must sail

To fill their guns with flame

To bring the thunder back again

And fight in Strongcastle’s name

Until that day the weary line

Will stand where they have stood

With faith in God and battered steel

And hearts that will not yield

So tend the fire and hold the wall

And sing the quiet prayer

For God still hears the weary hearts

Of soldiers waiting there

If morning brings the storm again

Or silence cold and true

We’ll keep the watch at Twosun’s gate

Till hope comes riding through