Verse 1

The horns cut through the river mist

Five shadows gather, blades clenched tight

A rune burns blue beneath our hands

The first clash breaks the quiet night

Pre-Chorus

Hold the line, count every step

One breath before the towers fall

Chorus

We rise where the ancient fires burn

Through dust and steel, we take our turn

No crown is won by standing still

We fight as one, by nerve and will

Verse 2

A courier slips past broken stone

The midlane cracks, the tide turns red

I hear your call across the fight