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 now 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