Divine Cycle: Balthazar’s Hymn - Call to arms

Fire, brimstone, a severed father’s head,
Second to step, scorching the land.
Thy conquest, thy pride, thy stoke our breast mad,
Together, marching blades in hand.

Temar, Tegon, thy faithful companions.
Canine guards of thy endless realm
For all paths lead to the Fissure of Woe,
Cowardice fears the sight of them.

Canthan, Orrian, Tyrian, Krytan,
Heed the call of thy war rattle.
Tempered in combat, in bloodshed, in death,
Forged for Eternal Battle.

Honor and valor, we carry your deeds.
To claim the world is our belief
Take up arms till our souls are claimed
For War is life and life is brief.