Birds from the nest so high,
waiting to learn to fly.
Leaves from the braches high,
floating on a windy sigh.
Clouds up above so high,
drifting through the clear sky.
Brave little Serenguard,
marching from home.
Spring time for Serenguard,
earth smells of loam.
Marching to war he goes,
a war not his own.
Brave little Serenguard,
marching from home.

Out in the farmer's field,
seed pods release their yield.
Upon the battlefield,
a greatsword is his to wield.
To level the playing field,
his allies he strives to shield.
Brave little Serenguard,
marching for home.
Summer for Serenguard,
to war he will roam.
Marching in war he goes,
a war made his own.
Brave little Serenguard,
marching for home.

Sunset like crimson blood,
leaves turn and flowers bud.
Bathed in the fallen's blood,
allies trampled in the mud.
Scrubbing his hands of blood,
caught up in warfare's flood.
Brave little Serenguard,
marching back home.
Autumn for Serenguard,
now fully grown.
Marching from war he goes,
a war now his own.
Brave little Serenguard,
marching back home.

One final charge to lead,
as snow falls reluctantly.
The dead leave just him to lead,
the few survivors have agreed.
And so from the front he leads,
mounted on a weary steed.
Brave little Serenguard,
won't make it home.
Winter for Serenguard,
his fate one he'd known.
Marching for war he goes,
a war all his own.
Brave little Serenguard,
won't make it home.

Brave little Serenguard,
carry him home.
A lifetime for Serenguard,
so far from home.
Marching to war he goes,
in defense of home.
Brave little Serenguard,
carry him home.