Scribbles IV: The Dented Shield

We call our brothers to lend a hand, With fire in hearts legions to command, The dragon she stirs beneath our stones, Lest Sojenka be left as ash and bone. Come heroes and arise! Raise your spears to the sky! We are the Dented Shield! We hold the line in Yith so far. Swords and bows beneath alien stars Through portals dark and bizarre As guard the stones above Loc-Nar Come heroes and arise! Raise your spears to the sky! We are the Dented Shield! We hunt the Necromancer bleak Beneath the Ziggurat we creep Throw the hierarch to his doom Seal Zymogen back in his tomb Come heroes and arise! Raise your spears to the sky! We are the Dented Shield! Never break and never yield! Silver maces we will wield! We are the Dented Shield! Stand and break the undead tide, To the black gate we shall ride Become the Necromancer's bane, Put the snake-men to the flame We are the Dented Shield!