A Call To Arms

It's a cold wind
That howls
Through the walls
Of the halls
Of the brave
And the bold
And the young men
Go down
To the ground
To the sound
Of a call
To arms

March
For your brothers
March
For your fathers
March
For the glory
Of the land
March
For your sisters
March
For your mothers
March
For the honor
Of the land

It was fire
And fury
And blood
And bones
And battle
And blades
And blunder
And a thousand men
Gave their lives
In one night
To the cold
Hand of fate

Fight
For your brothers
Fight
For your fathers
Fight
For the glory
Of the land
Fight
For your sisters
Fight
For your mothers
Fight
For the honor
Of the land

In the final hour
And the last breath
When all hope
Seems lost
And gone
Hold the line
Hold the line
Hold the line

Through smoke
And Light
Our voices
Unite
Silence
Resides
Rebel heart
Steel, and pride
Overcome
The strife,
Blazing
New life

Weighty dreams
Spirits rise
Crimson
Streams
Every strike
Echoed cry
Pierce the sky
Blood
Honor
Inter-twined
March forward
Towards the Light

Die
For your brothers
Die
For your fathers
Die
For the glory
Of the land
Die
For your sisters
Die
For your mothers
Die
For the honor
Of the land

It's a cold wind
That howls
Through the walls
Of the halls
Of the brave
And the bold.
Now bones
Cold and old
Underground
At peace
We hope
For ever
And evermore…