Edwin's templars muttered amongst themselves at the placing of a wizard - and a Vos woman too boot at the head of the army, but it was the sight of the hell hounds which drew grumbles rather than jokes. "Unnatural" said one templar, "Do we go in the service of fiends or to battle one?" muttered another, "no army wrought of evil can achieve good" said a third clearly uneasy at the idea of fighting beside the fire-breathing demonkin.
"Enough" said Edwin, his voice quiet but strong. "Are you mewling babes or veteran warriors to tremble at the sight of a few whelps? The Baroness fought against the Eyeless One, her ways are strange but have served the lords of Light before, and will do so again. Besides look about, for all her fancy parade of puppies and stone 'tis proud men of Anuire who march in numbers here, you dishonour them if you doubt this armies purpose for the sight of a few strays."
The mutters stopped - or at least grew quiet enough for the marshal not to hear. As the sound of the Pontiffs hymn carried to the templars on the wind they took it up singing lustily to banish fears and encouraged those about them to sing out also.
Onward Haelyn's soldiers, marching to just war
With the Bolt of Cuiraecen, leading on before!
Roele imperial master leads against the foe
Forward into battle see his banners go!
Onward Haelyn's soldiers, marching to just war
With the Bolt of Cuiraecen, leading on before!
At the sign of triumph, Shadow's host doth flee
On then Haelyn's soldiers, on to victory!
Dark foundations quiver, at the shout of praise
Brothers lift your voices, loud your anthems raise!
Onward Haelyn's soldiers, marching to just war
With the Bolt of Cuiraecen, leading on before!
As a mighty army, moves great Haelyn's church
Brothers we are treading, paths the saints have trod
We are not divided, all one people we
One in hope and fervour, one in victory
Onward Haelyn's soldiers, marching to just war
With the Bolt of Cuiraecen, leading on before!
Crowns and thrones may perish, kingdoms rise and wane,
but the folk of Roele constant will remain.
Shadowed forts can never gainst our folk prevail;
we have Roele's own promise, and that cannot fail.
Onward Haelyn's soldiers, marching to just war
With the Bolt of Cuiraecen, leading on before!
Onward then, ye people, join our happy throng,
blend with ours your voices in the triumph song.
Glory, laud, and honor unto Him most High,
this through countless ages men and angels sing.
Onward Haelyn's soldiers, marching to just war
With the Bolt of Cuiraecen, leading on before!