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