Iron Grove Surge
(hummmm) In the quiet stone
Old marks carved into frozen ground
We hear the iron start to groan
A heavy storm without a sound
Turns every hollow into stone
The ground is trembling underfoot
The ashes rise from ancient soot (ohhh)
Break the sky, tear down the spire
Feed the hunger of the pyre
We claim the dark,
we hold the line
Standing tall until the end of time
Black smoke drifts across the plain
Carrying the weight of rust and rain
No turning back, the gate is sealed
Across the scorched and silent field
Feel the iron in our veins
Stripping off the rusted chains (ahhhh) We rise again
Break the sky, tear down the spire
Feed the hunger of the pyre
We claim the dark,
we hold the line
Standing tall until the end of time
Hold the line
Into the dust (hummmm)