Ancient vows, to order kneel
A warden’s call to blood and steel
Legion lines to shield the frail
Behind the plate and mail

Cast from our place
Now further from grace
We fall

Strike for your honor
We are war!
Strife in the age of wolves
Strike for your honor
We are war!
Fight till the fields are full

Titans tall will smash the walls
Still worthy of valhalla’s halls
Storm the land and raid the shores
A nation born of war

Oaken of soul
We’ve broken the bones
Of all

Strike for your honor
We are war!
Strife in the age of wolves
Strike for your honor
We are war!
Fight till the fields are full

Plates ever pull
Cracks in the armour upon the world
Howls of the wolves
Stones bear the lingering scars of a thousand years

Saints of the bloody blade
Quick is the sliver and deep is the wound
Minds of a fallen age
Chosen to suffer the bringers of doom

Wisdom and wind
And power from within we call

Strike for your honor
We are war!
Strife in the age of wolves
Strike for your honor
We are war!
Fight till the fields are full

Plates ever pull
Cracks in the armour upon the world
Howls of the wolves
Stones bear the lingering scars of a thousand years

We are war!