White teeth, black iron, red wet fur.
Ice was their home, ice was their citadel.
The flash of claws upon the anvil,
Forging an iron soul.

Might begat might, in their birth,
In their birth!
When the bowels of the earth
Gave forth their ancestors.

The stars grew quite faint,
Relented, sobbing,
Cast heedless their tears to the home of the bears.
And fire was ore, and ore was the seed.
It coursed through the air, times beyond memory.
And they forged their iron souls.

King, O my Liege, turn back your gray head.
Mercy and hoarfrost are one,
Your frozen demesne is defended again.
And your soul is desirous of honor.
Take it anew to the forge.