In troubled times when the hordes beat at the gates
We steel ourselves with the weavings of the Fates
Sworn to do our righteous duty
Ruling the heavens and the Earth

The Sun shall rise and dawn will break
Our fated glory ours to take
Though perils come to test our will
Our noble home is standing still
Weathering all storms with pride

From highest peak to the deepest seas below
We tend the weak, so that mortal lives may grow
Fleeting flowers in the springtime
Craning to feel the morning light

The Sun shall rise and dawn will break
Our fated glory ours to take
Though perils come to test our will
Our noble home is standing still
Weathering all storms with pride

Here above the clouds
We sing aloud the voice of gods

The Sun shall rise and dawn will break
Our fated glory ours to take
Though perils come to test our will
Our noble home is standing still
Weathering all storms with pride