When skies above were not
Were not yet named
Nor earth below pronounced
Pronounced by name
When yet no gods were not
Manifest
Nor names pronounced
Nor destinies behest
Then gods were born
Were born within them
Galloping their wounds
Their spurs are their arms
They lead and conquer
On their mother's path
They lead and conquer
They have their father's hand
Radiance faded
Silence reigned
Upon or beneath the shield
We fight, we die
We ride, we fight
Blood and honor
Upon or beneath the shield
We die, we rise
Galloping their wounds
The spurs are their arms
They lead and conquer
On their mother's path
They lead and conquer
They have their father's hand
They call them names
Their wounds, their spurs