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