Fight On!

We march a band of brothers
with purpose in our stride.
Upon the fields of Greenbriar
we learned of Romans' pride,
and now that Roman Legions
from Britain's shores are gone,
we sally forth to fight beside
the lord of Avalon.

CHORUS:

Fight on, fight on
for Calafia fight on.
Fight on for the Pendragon
the lord of Avalon.

From fields green and forests deep
we come with spear and sword.
The beauty of our countryside
from ravishers we ward,
but still the greatest honor
we show to Britain's skies,
is when we raise the Pendragon
and carry it on high

CHORUS:

Fight on, fight on
for Calafia fight on.
Fight on for the Pendragon
the lord of Avalon.

And when a hoard of Saxons
alight upon our shores.
We cast them back into the sea
to plague us never more,
and so with all the Vikings
and with the FRENCH as well,
the Romans conquered
many lands the dragons never fell

CHORUS:

Fight on, fight on
for Calafia fight on.
Fight on for the Pendragon
the lord of Avalon.