Forsaken Mourningrose

(ahhhh) Cold steel on a wooden bow

Dust settles on the road below

Every step is a heavy debt

We pay the price of what we met

Raise the shield and hold the line!

(hold it!) Through the ash the structures shine!

Whispers in the timber wall

We stand before the sudden fall

Shadows stretch but we do not bend

Riding out until the end

Raise the shield and hold the line!

(hold it!)

Through the ash the structures shine! (ahhhh)