In the night the storm roars on,
The thunder and lightning streak across the sky,
The clouds block out all of the light throughout the night,
Even in your your room the storm rages on but not one of nature's designs
but one of a broken mind

We were born into a brotherhood,
Our allegiance wasn't forged by the fire but by wars,
We were born to become something greater than our selves,
We raise our sowards bows and blades to protect those who cant protect them selves,
We are more than a faceless army we are a brotherhood a family forged from the fires that burn in war.