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!)