Steel and Story

Boots in the mud

Banner in my fist

Rust on the gate

Blood on my wrist

Smoke on the hill

Ash in my teeth

Swore to the crown

Swore to belief

This is my steel and story

Written in dirt and bone

I ride through the dark for glory

But I might die alone

Raise up the rusted morning

Over the fields we roam

This is my steel and story

This is my oath

My throne

Laugh in the rain

Helm full of dents

Names of the lost

Scratched in the vents

Ghosts on my flank

Pray as we charge

One small heart

In armor too large

If I fall

Let the ground remember

If I break

Let the sky still roar (hey!)

Cut my name

In the splintered timber

So they know

What a heart was for

This is my steel and story

Written in dirt and bone

I ride through the dark for glory

But I might die alone

Raise up the rusted morning

Over the fields we roam

This is my steel and story

This is my oath

My throne