Brave Army of the Final Hours

Through the ash and flame, we rise, we fight The cold winds howl, but we burn so bright Banners of courage in the endless night Brave we march toward the fading light Frost burns fierce, the winds strike hard Our blades carve paths where the heavens are scarred Through shattered lands, through ruin marred The brave forge ahead, though the gates are barred Legends fall silent, the earth breathes cold The beasts of the end from their shadows unfold Through fire and frost, through stories untold We carry the weight of a valorous soul The peaks loom dark, the skies rain stone A tempest roars from the deep unknown Yet through the storm, through the tempest thrown We rise together, we stand alone Through the ash and flame, we rise, we fight Our courage gleams in the fading light Through shadowed lands, where the wrong feels right The brave stand firm in the endless night The frost may cut, but our hearts burn strong The winds may scream, but we march along The night may stretch, but it won't stay long For the brave, this fight becomes their song With the weight of fear Specters cry loud, but we persevere Through cursed woods where the end feels near Our swords carve truths, our paths stay clear Paths stay clear Wings of shadow beat the frozen skies Drakes rise high with their embered eyes Giants of stone let the mountains cry But we fight on strong where the legends die The frost consumes, yet our flames remain A beacon of hope through the icy bane Through storms of despair, through endless pain The brave endure where the fearless wane Through the ash and flame, we rise, we fight Each step forward sparks the light Through frost and ruin, through endless blight We march as heroes in the shadow's sight We cut through frost, we shatter the cold Through cursed lands where the stories are told Each blade strikes true, each step is bold The brave shape legends from myths of old Through the ash and flame, we rise, we fight Our courage gleams in the fading light Through shadowed lands, where the wrong feels right The brave stand firm in the endless night The frost may cut, but our hearts burn strong The winds may scream, but we march along The night may stretch, but it won't stay long For the brave, this fight becomes their song