This is where we hold them. This is where we fight. This is where they die.
Be still, deathly silence, we wait for them to strike. Stand Guard.

The ground shakes to mark their arrival.
Hordes of transgressors swarming to the gates
Approach to take our lives

Our numbers are few but the fear descends upon them.
As they realize we are blood drunk.

We march for our lands, for our families, for our freedoms, we march.

Remember this day, men, for it will be yours for all time.
The world will know that free men stood against a tyrant, that few stood against many, and before this battle is over, that even a god-king can bleed.

Hold! Give them nothing but take from them everything.
We will not let them pass, We will stand guard and fight.

Fear does not haunt us, it only makes us stronger
This will be a battle, that we will survive