Dear my prayer, is it my call I hear, are you there? I'm too young and I'm scared of what you seem to ask of me. I know thy will be done eventually. Look at me, hear my voice, heed my call, come to me. So for once and for all, we will fight for liberty. My fate will be our mark in history. I'll lead the way, our cause will tear them apart. Beat the drums, chant my name, let faith in Him be your hope. And we will guide you, we'll march beside you. Then I will drive them from our shores into the sea. One day they'll drive you, shake storm and defile you. As long as my guidance is divine, they cannot touch me. I know that I'm in your hands, protect it at your commands. My task was clear, I've nothing to fear. To Saint Margaret, Saint Catherine I pray, now that I have been betrayed. Please guide my way through these searing flames. I'm coming home. I'm coming home.