Our legion is slipping straight through the cracks
Yet you can't see what's right in front of you
The fault lays on the hands that wield the sword
So don't turn your back on me when vengeance is assured
Beaten down on the anvil to break before we bend
Desperate to cling to a false pretence
Rusting away the truth the canticle can't relent
So reforge all the links that we all descent
Men of Iron who tread the storm
Thy flesh is weak but your hearts are stone
Seek redemption and nothing else
Wardens of Medusa, Breakers of the forge
An empire crowned in a cycle of demise
With utter surety we will give our lives
Dauntless he thought us never to concede
Less it falls into anarchy
Beaten down on the anvil to break before we bend
Desperate to cling to a false pretence
Rusting away the truth the canticle can't relent
So reforge all the links that we all descent
Less we all descent
Men of Iron who tread the storm
Thy flesh is weak but your hearts are stone
Seek redemption and nothing else
Wardens of Medusa, Breakers of the forge
Stand and be judged Brothers of Iron
The day is lost but the dawn will come
Think not of grief but to his final words
May flesh be a memory
Men of Iron who tread the storm
Thy flesh is weak but your hearts are stone
Seek redemption and nothing else
Wardens of Medusa, Breakers of the forge
Stand and be judged Brothers of Iron
The day is lost but the dawn will come
Think not of grief but to his final words
May flesh be a memory when all is said and done