Storms

Storms

Shall reign upon our hearts and minds

To watch us fall

Determination and the will of many shall overcome

Our tears that have only forced our will and might

Into this past that binds and keeps

Our glorious dreams from breathing life

Across these sacred lands

And ancient battlegrounds

Into an empty shell

That we ourselves have yet to fill

We fall into false sense

And only strive to stand,

And fight until that final day

We’ll rise above… ALL!

The call to arms is at present hand,

Before us all lies our own lives

To die with honor and the will to strive

We’ll show them all that we as one carry honor,

Pride and our banners high

No mortal man shall strip us of this day

When we shall reign in glory…

Forward march into blistering might

Throughout the ages and through the night

Forward, to Isengard

Forward storms of Isengard

Forward, to Isengard

Forward storms of Isengard