[Verse 1] Raise a glass for the Dakob, sworn to thread, Who bind our days in the Fateweave’s stead. They march with banners, swords held high, And pave the roads where our children die. Some fight for crowns, for law, for kings, And shatter the world with tidy things. They save the realm, they burn the town, And call it “justice” as they cut us down. [Chorus] Oh, hail the heroes, both blessed and cursed, The ones who guard us and damn us worse. Chaos or Order, it’s all the same flame, They save us today, tomorrow we blame. So raise your hands, give thanks, give cries, To the heroes who make and unmake our lives. [Verse 2] Sing of the Kotesh, wild and free, Born from the Beast’s own revelry. They laugh at the chains that bind the soul, They spill the wine and they break the bowl. Some heal the poor, some gut the priest, Some tear the leash from the noble beast. But every gift has its bloody price, The savior’s hand is a butcher’s knife. [Chorus] Oh, hail the heroes, both blessed and cursed, The ones who guard us and damn us worse. Chaos or Order, it’s all the same flame, They save us today, tomorrow we blame. So raise your hands, give thanks, give cries, To the heroes who make and unmake our lives. [Verse 3] One will end a plague, another start a war, One builds a bridge while one floods the shore. The weave is torn, the dice are rolled, Our lives are spent like a gambler’s gold. We pray for safety, we beg for peace, But the heroes’ work will never cease. For every tale of hope and cheer, There’s ash and ruin at the rear. [Chorus] Oh, hail the heroes, both blessed and cursed, The ones who guard us and damn us worse. Chaos or Order, it’s all the same flame, They save us today, tomorrow we blame. So raise your hands, give thanks, give cries, To the heroes who make and unmake our lives. [Outro] So when you kneel and whisper a prayer, For a hero’s hand to lift your care Remember well the tales we’ve sung: A hero saves… but they also shun. Thank the Dakob, thank the Kotesh, too And pray their battles don’t end with you.
