Shadows gather, steel your heartbeat,
tonight we paint the world scarlet and black.
Lift your voice like a blade in moonlight,
every dream we shackled is breaking its back.
Hear the drums of tomorrow pounding,
feel the hunger that bends the sky.
We are thunder no chain can smother—
rise, my legion, the sun must die.
Be prepared—let the old kings tremble;
be prepared—let their marble crack.
When our anthem of embers is spoken,
history will kneel where the lions attack.