I felt the tremor in the static. Through miles of ash and silent stone. A faceless shadow called the frequency— And you are no longer alone. I see you hooded at the threshold, A void where living eyes should be, Waging war on creeping fields, Fighting back the encroaching sea. They think you rage at falling timber, Or iron blades that bite the grass— I know the truth beneath the mantle: You hold the gate to let none pass. Pull the choke and wake the iron! Let the three-fold edges spin! When the wild demands your surrender— The war begins! FACED WITH THE VOID! I ANSWER THE CALL! You stand alone inside the storm Beneath the mantle cold and worn You fight the wild, you hold the gate And carve your fury into fate Call you warden, call you ghost Standing at the outer post Through every battle, every scar I see your fire from afar! I HEAR YOU! The quiet rot is worse than armies, The endless chores of holding ground, Surrounded by the unruled spirits, When chaos makes a mocking sound. You build the strength, you tame the anvil, You curse the noise within the air, A tired guardian forged in iron— Hidden beneath the shroud you wear. Throttle wide and choke the madness! Let the heavy cadence beat! When the world decays around you— I refuse defeat! FACED WITH THE VOID! I ANSWER THE CALL! You stand alone inside the storm Beneath the mantle cold and worn You fight the wild, you hold the gate And carve your fury into fate Call you warden, call you ghost Standing at the outer post Through every battle, every scar I see your fire from afar! I HEAR YOU! No grand glory in the maintenance. No songs for sweeping up the dust. Only the nameless, hooded soldier Holding the oath because he must. [Vocal: Snarling rasp] You aren't crazy for your fury. You aren't screaming at the air. I feel the pulse across the border— And I stand beside you there! Iron roars. Shadows yield. No surrender. On this field. FACED WITH THE VOID! I ANSWER THE CALL! You stand alone inside the storm Beneath the mantle cold and worn You fight the wild, you hold the gate And carve your fury into fate Call you warden, call you ghost Standing at the outer post Through every battle, every scar I see your fire from afar! [Vocal: Sustained heavy scream] I HEAR YOU! Keep the blades spinning, guardian. The signal is locked. Until the spring... I hold the line.
