Can you hear the roars of steel can you hear the hammers on anvils look, the sky is turning bleak the blacksmiths of earth have begun to work out of fire, iron and water a sword is born cold as the fighter's heart may its bloody stroke be deadly the sounds of frantic horses muffled by a common tune a tune long forgotten by those who are recovering from the mead a song of freedom and courage of free land and forests once again it shall rise like thunder and reach the heavens unbound soon the sky will be a ruddy dawn no sun our eyes will see until the ground is bloodred and the enemy is dead when fist and blade become one when shield becomes your body cast your home a glance it may very well be your last once we'll return unbound no more red inside our eyes once we'll return unbound and so shall we all!!!