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(ahhhh-hahhh) Storm-clouds gather
on the high
peak Steel is cold and the path is steep (heya-heya)
Raise your shields, hold the line!
This is our
ground, this is our time!
(hey! hey! hey! hey!)
We
do
not
bend, we do not
yield Our
blood is written
on the shield
Ride to the fire,
ride to
the light Under the banner of the night! (heya-heya-ho)
Only
the
brass remains (ooohhhh) (hey!)