A Lion Guards Our Names

Here we stand in eastern lands
Fighting for the purple-born
Guardians, his swords we wield
Foreign soil we now call home

To the south, the strangest land
Foreign tongues that praise the lord
To the throne we pledge ourselves
Vigilant, we shall prevail
We shall prevail

Hear our raging cries
Fast and true we stand
Loyal to the end
Here the waves shall break

Sworn to serve, we stand our ground
Songs of war sound from the deep
One last stand, a call to arms
One last thought of glory days

Here we lie in eastern lands
Dying for the purple-born
Who we were the books won't tell
Our names a lion guards
A lion guards



Credits
Writer(s): Morten Basse
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