Laga, Ragalor — For Home

Shield To Shield
Heel To Earth
Name What Waits Behind Us
Name What Makes Us Stand
I Entered The Wall;
No Blessing, No Command
Men Closed Ranks With Iron In Each Hand
Fear Clicked Softly Underneath Their Teeth
Ahead, The Spear-Host Thundered Through The Heath
Behind, The Old, The Young, The Seed, The Flame
I Set My Feet—I Needed No Acclaim
Who Gave You Leave To Stand?
— I Gave My Word
What Beats Behind Your Shield?
— The Lives I Guard
No Crown To Win.
No Praise To Claim
She Enters As Herself
Her Hands Are Calm.
Her Eyes Are Clear
The Lives Behind Her Silence Fear
Let Iron Fall.
Let Shieldwalls Strain
She Plants Her Feet And Holds Again
She Does Not Raise Her Shield For Glory
She Raises It For Home
Hey Hey!
Oh!Oh
I Stand As Woman—Steady Hand And Sight
Love At My Back Turns Every Breath To Might
The First Blow Struck;
Her Oak And Rawhide Held
The Whole Wall Shook;
She Neither Bowed Nor Yelled
When Our Left Rank Opened, She Sealed The Broken Seam
Steel Flashed Above Her Like A Cold And Splintered Stream
We Once Mistook One Shape, One Voice, For Brave
She Showed Us Courage Takes The Form That Love Has Made
She Never Asked Our Praise Or Waited For A Sign
We Struck Our Shields To Hers And Closed The Line
What Held Her Fast When Every Timber Groaned
The Breathing Lives Behind Her—Not A Throne
Oak Against Iron—Edge Against Rim
Hold For The Hearthlight Burning Dim
Courage Has No Body, No Birthright, No Throne
It Lives In The Heart That Refuses To Run
One Voice May Thunder, Another Strike Low
Valor Is Proven By What You Will Not Let Go
No Name Owns The Fearless, No Bloodline Commands
Whoever Stands For Love Has The Right To Stand
Behind The Shields, A Cradle Song Survives
Behind The Shields, The Winter Barley Lies
A Mother Calls;
An Old Man Tends The Coal
These Are No Trophies—These Are Blood And Soul
Let Glory Wander Where The Ravens Roam
My Only Prayer Is This:
Let Them Go Home
Who Owns The Courage?
— No Body, No Name
Why Do We Stand Here?
— To Shelter The Flame
What Waits Behind Us?
— The Reason We Came
What Waits Before Us?
— Let Iron Explain
Break On Our Oak Till The Storm Of War Is Spent
Love Is The Force That No Blade Ever Bent
The Shield Is No Glory—It Is Home’S Guarded Door
She Stands—And Death Shall Pass No More
No Crown Named Her Worthy
No Song Made Her Brave
The Hearth Burned Behind Her
She Stood—And It Stayed