Battle for Mordavia, based on Battle of Evermore by Led Zeppelin
this is my first ever parody of anything...tell me what you think...



The mage Erana, had a staff, and she foresaw an attack.
She must gather the men, muster a force, to drive the darkness back.

Oh, defeat the Dark One; let the townsfolk see the sun.
The Dark One bides its time tonight, and the dark will take us all.
Oh, string up the garlic ropes, look up to the mage and hope.

Side by side we fight the might of the darkest of them all.
I hear the screams of madmen, in the pass south of town,
I'm fearing the Shadows of Darkness, waiting for the darkness to strike me down.

The townsfolk of the valley hold, the pride of Mordavia,
The ground is littered with the dead, Avenge, do not regret, no, no.
Battle the dark of night, pray for the morning light.

The cultists turn from white to green, Their faces silent screams.
Oh the soldiers cry, drop their swords and fly.
The tide is turned, Piotyr calls, as the battle is rejoined.

Oh, well, Erana enters the cave, laying the cultists low,
Saddened eyes on the townsfolk, whom she may never again know.

The black of night cannot exceed the joy of the light,
The cave was shut, the Dark One gone, the cultists flee back, flee back.

Sobbing as he raised his sword, Piotyr knows the score.
No rest has, the warrior of light, who searches the cave so bold.

Oh search in the cave of fright, void of the morning’s light.
The magic staff lay alone, to be brought back to town. Bring it back.

At last the sun is shining, the darkness has passed by,
Left with hope by the wizard Erana, a tear falls from his eye.

Ooh, Bring it back, Bring it back...