Verse 1

They took Mellsroy beneath the courthouse glare,

A black convoy cut through the frozen air.

But word ran fast through the Burmalde ranks,

The cutters came marching from riverbanks.

Pre-Chorus

Ten thousand boots on the midnight road,

One iron promise, one heavy load.

Chorus

Rise, little fledglings, raise the banner high!

Ten thousand thunder through the iron sky!

The Interpol lines break, their stronghold falls—

The Burmalde army answers every call!

Verse 2

The gate swung wide as the war horns cried,

The gathered ranks came rolling like the tide.

Through dust and smoke, with their colors unfurled,