Speak to us of stone Of its cold immortal grace Of earth, of ash, the final clash To envelop all in flame Storm of blades, cascade -- collide These are the hands that strike This is the line that divides What can be cut shall bleed What will burn set alight What can be smashed and broken Shall be crushed beneath our might Rise! Bastard sons of scorn Rouse your fury within the eye Unleash your birthright Of cold steel, burning ice Effigies carved in earth's bones For millennia shall they stand With vigilant gaze cast over land and sea The wind, the waves their only foe