I look out over the plains
Scattered piles of bleached remains
Are all that's left of the gore
Deposited by a thousand wars
This temple has been razed
So many times throughout the years
We build it back up from the rubble
And make mortar with our tears
I see banners on the wind
And though our garrison has thinned
We will fight along these walls
And meet again in the Iron Hall
Once more unto the breach
Though all the world assail us
We will dive into the fray
Even if the spirits fail us