(Verse 1) I was born to the thunder, raised in the blood and the clay, A daughter of iron, I fought through the heat of the day. I sought no master, I followed no banner but might, Until I found the one who carves a home from the night. I watched you break the granite, I watched you fell the pine, And felt a strange new rhythm beat against this heart of mine. (Chorus) Glorious builder, shaper of the land, I am the fortress held within your hand. You raise the timber, you lay the ancient stone, I am the wall that protects all we own. My builder, my shaper, my heart and my steel, To the life we have crafted, I finally kneel. (Verse 2) The outcasts are coming, the broken, the lost, and the cold, To find the sanctuary that your steady hands have told. You see a garden where others see only the mud, While I see the enemies thirsty for haven and blood. Let the world bring its fury, let the wild winter blow, They must break against me before they reach what you sow. (Bridge) (Heavy, rhythmic percussion - sounds of metal on stone) Heavy is the hammer! (I am the wall!) Sharper is the blade! (I am the wall!) In the shadow of the peaks, our legacy is made. No gods of the valleys, no kings of the south, Shall take the bread you have put in an orphan’s mouth! (Guitar Solo - Epic, soaring, and aggressive) (Chorus) Glorious builder, shaper of the land, I am the fortress held within your hand. You raise the timber, you lay the ancient stone, I am the wall that protects all we own. My builder, my shaper, my heart and my steel, To the life we have crafted, I finally kneel. (Outro) Build on, my love... The horizon is vast. I’ll stand the watch As long as the mountains last. Your wall... I am your wall... (Ending with a final, heavy drum beat and the sound of a sharpening blade)
