Ale before apocalypse… Ash before dawn… Raise your mugs you northern sinners… The march lives on. I walked through frost and broken shields where kings forgot their names A demon held my second cup and fed the dying flames The hall remembers every scar the beams recall the cries But fear must pay for every seat before it dares to rise Hammer the table Stamp the ground Let the old war rhythm Resound WOOD AND SKIN AND IRON RING LET THE WAR DRUM MAKE US SING NO THRONE ABOVE NO CHAIN WITHIN WE MARCH WE DRINK WE WIN WOOD AND SKIN AND IRON ROAR SHAKE THE HALL FROM FLOOR TO DOOR IF FATE MUST KNOCK LET FATE COME IN WE RISE WE STRIKE WE GRIN My Wichtel laughed in minor key my Voidwalker poured ale We signed the pact with wooden cups no parchment could prevail If Ragnarok should seek my name he waits outside this door For doom must drink before it fights that is the ancient law If dawn should find us bleeding If shields lie split in two Remember how this war began With laughter fierce and true WOOD AND SKIN AND IRON RISE FROM THE MUD TO STORMY SKIES NO GOD TO SAVE NO HAND TO WIN JUST ALE AND WAR AND SKIN WOOD AND SKIN AND IRON FALL STILL WE STAND INSIDE THIS HALL THE LAST TO LAUGH THE FIRST TO GRIN WE MARCH WE DRINK WE WIN Ale before apocalypse… Ash before dawn… If doom demands my final breath… It waits… Until my mug is gone.