Sodden Lyrics

War comes to Sodden on this weathered plain

Northern Realms unite as one; Nilfgaard calls for blood

On this war torn battlefield banners flying high

Beneath the sign of the Great Sun you will surely die

The Brotherhood of Sorcery

Sends aid for the Northern Realms

With force the earth rose up

And spells of fire rained down

A final stand for the North

Bodies burn to the ground

Nilfgaard blows their trumpets

Swordsmen come on horses

Mages thin out their ranks

Vizimir's men aren't breaking

And Emhyr's forces are weak

One more push could break them

And have Coehoorn on his knees

With morning comes some solace

The battle fades with the night

Soldiers retreat to safety

The wounded cry out for aid

The sounds of grief and anguish

Sour the glory of victory

For now we must gather them

Our noble heroic dead