In cries upon the wind
In reckoning lies a notion
Our banners they burned and oaths did they betray

Aye, lost and all but thinned
Through desolate lands and oceans
Draw a line in the sand that your name won't fade away

Whether or when, the Earth should start to fall
Brethren, bare your teeth and face it all

Old ghosts upon the road
All scattered here, now they wander
Through the skies, the plains, the north, the crimson sands

Keep close the pack you hold
Your battered and broken honor
Shall turn the tide and free imprisoned hands

Whether or when, the Earth should start to fall
Brethren, bare your teeth and face it all

Whether or when, the Earth should start to fall
Brethren, bare your teeth and face it all