Red tide come down

burn hill and tree

the fire shall wake

and set you free.


The ties that bind

the oaths we take

in space between

the shadow breaks.


Forces marshal

death and hate

they shall not tread

upon this gate.


Our vanguard marches

seldom seen

a task to guard

the space between.


The dawn is coming

soon at hand

there will be peace

upon this land.


We journeyed far

yet never strayed

the ties that bind

will never fray.