| We spent a decade building | |
| a band of brothers to the bone, and it showed | |
| From the reef's kiss calling to the resistance rise we wrote | |
| We walked through fire blind | |
| The march echoes for all time | |
| But now the seasons changing | |
| The turning tide | |
| I've raised my sail to coming storm or calm alike | |
| We honed a humble phalanx | |
| to raze the arrogance in foes, and it showed | |
| We found a fraud in a Bishop, and built a nation of flawed sons | |
| We walked through fire blind | |
| The march echoes for all time | |
| But now the seasons changing | |
| The turning tide | |
| I've raised my sail to coming storm or calm alike | |
| And though my vessels lone-manned with brazen broken hull | |
| The waves will never take an armored archer core, an armored archer core | |
| A means to believe | |
| A reverie I couldn't reach | |
| Never made a difference to me | |
| Go on, our brother | |
| You've only just begun | |
| Live long with honor | |
| From our fire you are born | |
| But now the seasons changing | |
| The turning tide | |
| I've raised my sail to coming storm or calm alike | |
| And though my vessels lone-manned with brazen broken hull | |
| The waves will never take an armored archer core | |
| But now the seasons changing | |
| The turning tide I've raised my sail to coming storm or calm alike, | |
| storm or calm alike, storm or calm alike |