作曲 : MacUilliam, Nemtheanga
Brother, what tidings doth thou bring? 
Can't you hear 
Dread Words from 
Traitors Tongues 
Sister, Few 
Honours are left standing 
Proud In this world 
They have made the soil ever barren 
Our Legends but 
Shadows, Idle and 
Fallen to 
Ruin My Heart, 
Knows Falsehood 
Prevails In this, the 
Long Winter of the 
Spirit We have 
Born Witness to 
False Judgement 
Yet against all this 
I carry the 
Fight, Beyond the 
Ages The Wolves shall echo my rallying 
Cry An Oath, 
Sworn of Ancient 
Blood Haunting the 
Usurpers through plague (and Pestilence) 
Through Tempest, across the 
Raging Seas (my rage) as a 
Bolt of Lightning 
Within a clenched 
Fist... seeking 
Retribution 
Know That when there is 
Nothing left in this world 
I will come for you 
No Ideal not 
Scarred and 
Worn No hope not 
Shattered and 
Torn I will come for you [The old heart of the earth calls it's Children, Children of Destitution and Pain, Bloodied yet unbowed. We are Order in the eye of chaos, the Gods to the Godless...]