Laga, Ragalor — LAST STAND

Cold Winds Cry Across the Sea
Old Ravens Sing of Destiny
Though Scars Remain and Banners Bend
The Hearts of North Shall Never End
We've Known Defeat, We've Known the Pain
Returned Through Snow and Freezing Rain
Broken Shields and Weary Eyes
Yet Still We Heard the Warhorns Rise
They Called Us Cursed, They Called Us Weak
As If Our Fate Was Sealed Beneath