An Army Anthem of a kingdom from another world.
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Along the iron ridges of Izalae
In the snow-veiled valleys of Vespi
Our Metal-forged hearts truly belie
The beauty of our spirit beneath.
The storms we weather, in blood and cold
Snow like arrows, winds like swords;
To no man or devil shall our honor be sold
And no enemy to touch the domain of our Lord.
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In the mountainous north, the Arctic wolf sings
To the song of iron where the sword yet rings
And the floods and flurries shall fell our foes
Or the blade in our hands shall grant him woes.
But if the walls of our lands should give to heathens
The walls of our hearts shall stand of stone.
For the glory of Great Arcticus,
For the glory of our home!