Fire
With anvil bells and tongs
We build our city strong
Beneath
The halls that we call home
Lay our fallen brothers bone
Ride
We take to mountains yore
To friends and fiends the green lands bore
Fight
With blood beneath our brow
To safely keep the kingdom crown
Hear
The ring of flying steel
To graves below the waters wheel
See
Our pride shall never bow
For victory stands within our vow
Pledge
To silent oaths we swore
Hinder sons and daughters war
Sing
Our songs for heirs to tell
While we await them long in Hell