

(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)