Iron Blood March

(hey, hey, hey)

Dark dust on the night road

Pain becomes the fire we hold

Our land, our blood,

our home (hey)

Through the shadow we march,

we do not bend

Noble wrath until the very end

Rise, rise, the ancient ground

In our anger, we are bound

For the victory,

for the light (hah!)

Cold wind from the mountain crest

No surrender in our chest

We

fuel the fire

with our scars

(hey, hey, hey, hey)

Brutal victory in the clay Night road fades to

day (hey!)