Step up, me boys, the battle lines are drawn here.
Let us teach our enemies what it means to fear.
This land's more precious then jewels or ancient gold.
In it beats a heart of honor our foe they can not hold.
So raise the argent and the azure to the sky,
Let your voices ring in fierce battle cry.
Hold your sword 'til you see their eyes,
And show them the meaning of Atlantian pride.
Our king is fierce of word and battle pride.
With Roman skill and courage deep his heart to this land's tied.
A ruler so strong in might, yet honor bound,
From the very skies above the gods he did call down.
So raise the argent and the azure to the sky,
Let your voices ring in fierce battle cry.
Hold your sword 'til you see their eyes,
And show them the meaning of Atlantian pride.
Our queen’s more fair then the stars that dance the sky.
With gentle ways and honors grace her heart to this land's tied.
Beauty of strength she holds within her hands,
This golden rose upon the throne inspiring all the land.
So raise the argent and the azure to the sky,
Let your voices ring in fierce battle cry.
Hold your sword 'til you see their eyes,
And show them the meaning of Atlantian pride.
So step up, me boys, the battle lines are drawn here.
Never shall our enemies take what we hold dear.
This dream we fight for, of grace and chivalry,
Brothers bound of sword and song in Atlantian glory.
So raise the argent and the azure to the sky,
Let your voices ring in fierce battle cry.
Hold your sword 'til you see their eyes,
And show them the meaning of Atlantian pride.
Yes, show them the meaning of Atlantian pride.