Iron Sovereignty Hymn
The shadows stretch across the northern plain
Where crowns are cast into the freezing rain
Our iron march will never bend or bow We write our name
upon the continent now
From the western shore to the eastern peak We rule the soil,
we break the weak Through endless night,
our banner flies Underneath the dark,
imperial skies (hoooooh)
The old domains must crumble to the dust
Our cold ambition is a sacred trust Let every capital bow down
in fear The age of sovereign rule is drawing near
From the western shore to the eastern peak We rule the soil,
we break the weak Through endless night,
our banner flies Underneath the dark,
imperial skies (hoooooh)
Our reign, our land,
forevermore (amen)