Beneath the ash, where the shadows reign, The old world crumbles, a broken chain. Steel meets flame in the clash of will, A storm of fate on the blood-stained hill. The hour has struck, no time for retreat, A cry for glory, hearts fierce in beat. With fire and thunder, the skies will split, A tale reborn from the endless pit. Zero hour, the reckoning's call, From chaos and ruin, we rise or we fall. Through ashes and embers, a phoenix takes flight, Despair turns to hope in the heart of the fight. The banners wave where the fallen lay, A haunting dirge for the end of day. Through shattered shields and crimson waves, The price of freedom is paid by the brave. No turning back as the mountains quake, The earth bears witness to what’s at stake. For every ending, a spark is sown, In the darkest hour, our strength is shown. Zero hour, the storm of our fate, A battle begun, the hour grows late. Through blood and through fire, the old gods will see, The chains of the past break to set us free. "In the wreckage of time, we find our creed, From ruin and ash grows the warrior's seed. A dawn forged in pain, in darkness and stone, Through death’s shadow, the light is shown." The drums resound as the walls fall wide, Through smoke and steel, we will turn the tide. The clash of titans, the roar of men, A world reborn in the chaos' pen. Each step we take on this cursed plain, Carves out a future from loss and pain. The skies will tremble, the heavens cry, But from Zero Hour, we’ll never die. Zero hour, the forge of our souls, A tempest of fire, where destiny rolls. Through ashes and embers, a phoenix takes flight, Despair turns to hope in the heart of the fight. Through every loss, a lesson is found, Each fallen comrade, their spirits resound. The piper's tune cuts the midnight air, A hymn of courage, beyond despair. This is the hour to claim our right, To cast off shadows, ignite the light. From chaos rising, the brave endure, Our hearts are iron, our victory sure. Zero hour, the hour of kings, The clash of the titans, the fall and the wings. From shadows and sorrow, the dawn will ignite, The light of a future born out of the fight. Zero hour, the forge of the brave, A reckoning tide, a world to save. From ruins of fate, our banners will soar, At the end of the end, we’ll rise evermore. "Zero hour… and we rise…"
