In troubled times when the hordes beat at the gates We steel ourselves with the weavings of the Fates Sworn to do our righteous duty Ruling the heavens and the Earth The Sun shall rise and dawn will break Our fated glory ours to take Though perils come to test our will Our noble home is standing still Weathering all storms with pride From highest peak to the deepest seas below We tend the weak, so that mortal lives may grow Fleeting flowers in the springtime Craning to feel the morning light The Sun shall rise and dawn will break Our fated glory ours to take Though perils come to test our will Our noble home is standing still Weathering all storms with pride Here above the clouds We sing aloud the voice of gods The Sun shall rise and dawn will break Our fated glory ours to take Though perils come to test our will Our noble home is standing still Weathering all storms with pride