Thunder Pipes
Rolling hills beneath
a heavy sky (whoah)
Where the ancient rivers
running dry
We stand our ground and make our play
Can you feel the pressure rise Looking up to stormy skies
Hear the call, the battle cry
Underneath the northern sky
(hey, hey!)
Writing lines upon the dusty stone
Every step we take is ours alone
Through the mist we find our way
Hear the call, the battle cry
Underneath the northern sky
(hey, hey!)
Standing on the edge of the world (hooah)
We stand!
We rise!