Deep in the marrow of quiet and bone, Carved from the bedrock of black lodestone. Sparks wake the iron that sleeps in the chest, A watchful colossus that grants no arrest. Draw the perimeter, sharpen the spire, Cold mountain iron meets sovereign fire. Stand at the gate, defender of the soul, Anchor the pieces and forge back the whole! Through currents of discord and shadows that roll, The ancient defender takes the ultimate toll! The world feeds on chaos to splinter the mind, Sowing its venom for weakness to find. Yet fractures collapse where the lodestone is bound, Channelling thunder deep into the ground. Draw the perimeter, sharpen the spire, Cold mountain iron meets sovereign fire. Stand at the gate, defender of the soul, Anchor the pieces and forge back the whole! Through currents of discord and shadows that roll, The ancient defender takes the ultimate toll! No borrowed illusion can fracture this hold, Cast out the vanity, trample the gold. The core of the spirit is tempered in flame, Clearing the blood of all counterfeit shame. The storm is exhausted, the breach has been healed, Locked behind layers of unyielding shield. Fold back the talon, let lightning descend, The guardian rests where the skirmishes end. Stand at the gate, defender of the soul, Anchor the pieces and forge back the whole! Through currents of discord and shadows that roll, The ancient defender takes the ultimate toll! Rooted in stone. Defender unbroken.
