Cold steel and dragon song
Bespeak a mournful battle cry
As fires of a holy war
Tear through the sky
Our lives, the battleground
Broken, lost and left to die
Cursed by the endless war
That our hearts deny
Neath cloaks of crimson
On starlit night
A chosen few would brave the winter's bite
We'll see their legend
Lives ever on
When every soul by this pyre hears our starlight song
Cold days and hopeless nights
For those of loss and famine born
Sheltered in shattered streets
From battle torn
Still from the ruins rise
A few toward the helpless drawn
Who walk forbidden paths
Their only wish that we may see the dawn
Neath cloaks of crimson
On starlit night
A chosen few would brave the winter's bite
We'll see their legend
Lives ever on
When every soul by this pyre hears our starlight song
The pallid ground, a deathly white
In frigid air, neath freezing stars
Those broken hearts
Still pray for shelter from the fading light
Lost in the darkness
Within the thrall
Of Winter
And drawn by the light of your flame
Saint of the weaver
Your knights will stand eternal
Flames in the cold night
In scarlet cloaks veiled
We'll keep the fires burning in your name
Neath cloaks of crimson
On starlit night
A chosen few would brave the winter's bite
We'll see their legend
Lives ever on
When every soul by this pyre hears our starlight song