Echoes from the west 
Great hammers will fall 
Under high rocks all will 
Answer the call 

Bring us your arms 
Pariahs of yore 
All faces turn now to war 

Exiles of the ash 
Stare through crimson glow 
Guards of the north 
Sing their songs of the snow 

Bring us the breath 
Of the marshes and rain 
Courage is rising again! 

War will weather the souls of the lost 
Stand together whatever the cost 
Shields will falter and many will fall 
Time [bad word] for us all 
To answer the call 

Pride of Summer’s shores 
Guide the voices of kings 
Children of bark 
They will tighten their strings 

Bring us the wits 
Of the warm southern sands 
Clouds over all of the lands 

War will weather the souls of the lost 
Stand together whatever the cost 
Shields will falter and many will fall 
Time [bad word] for us all 
To answer the call 

White gold 
Burning sky 
(For the souls of the lost) 
Purify 

War will weather the souls of the lost 
Stand together whatever the cost 
Shields will falter and many will fall 
Time [bad word] for us all 
To answer the call