Across the plains, a tower stands
Its walls doth gleam in iron dread
All who oppose in broken bands
Lie strewn beneath its crimson tread
Hail, O Citadel, forged in fire
Thy ramparts quake with thunder's cry
No mortal blade can quell desire
To bow before walls that pierce the sky
Within the halls, a warlord's throne
His will doth echo through the stone
Shadows of fear now cast and thrown
Where steel and wrath reigns, cold as bone
Hail, O Citadel, forged in fire
Thy ramparts quake with thunder's cry
No mortal blade can quell desire
To bow before walls that pierce the sky
When dust doth fade, the fortress remains
A testament to triumphant pains