March Through Fire

Through shattered ground and burning skies,

We raise our fists, we will not die.

History calls, the time is near —

We walk through fire. We feel no fear.

We rise, we fight, through storm and flame,

Brothers in arms, we call your name.

Our blood, our bond, carved into stone,

In war, in pain — we're not alone.

No fear, no chains, we stand as one,

Until the final battle’s won.

Through fire and ash, we claim the night —

Our hearts are forged in endless fight.

Echoes of those who came before,

Their voices ring like distant war.

They speak through us, in sword and flame,

In every cry, we bear their name.

Marching onward, side by side,

With honor burning deep inside.

If we shall fall, we fall with grace,

With steel and valor in our place.

This land we guard with sleepless eyes,

With every soul who never dies.

The fields may burn, the skies may tear,

But hope is louder than despair.

We rise, we fight, through storm and flame,

Brothers in arms, we call your name.

Our oath, our song, through darkest hour,

We are the storm — we are the power.

No fear, no chains, we stand as one,

Until the final day is done.

And when the silence takes the light —

They’ll know we marched through endless night.