Nobody gets out of life alive, it's a question of what you did.
So now we find our honor, a reason left to live
We stand to fight the monsters, and we'll stand right on the ledge,
It's time to summon mettle, return plowshare, to edge,
Some things are worse then dying, and not fighting, for what's right, is.
Call to all your Elders, call upon your Chiefs, call upon your Knights and Jarls and raise heroes amongst the meek.
Find your belly,
Grow a spine,
and in truth we'll probably fall,
But better they who live to tell,
of how we fought at all.....
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