In the Grey We Stand

Beneath the stone, beneath the flame, We hear the dark remember our name. Before the dawn, before the end, The Grey still stands. The Grey defends. No crown has called us to this road, No golden hall, no gentle throne. We walk where buried rivers groan, Where old bones sleep beneath the stone. I took the cup, I made the vow, The bitter fire is in me now. I left behind the life I knew, To hold the dark away from you. When the Deep Roads wake and the black drums sound, When the Blight crawls up from the hungry ground, We are the answer, blade and breath, The oath that stands at the gates of death. We are the Grey, the oath unbroken, Steel in the dark where hope runs low. Wardens, Wardens, hear us rising, One last light where the cold winds blow. In war we stand, in peace we keep the flame, In death we guard the world That never knows our names. From Weisshaupt stone to Ferelden rain, Through Orlesian towers and Anderfels plains, We bear one mark, we share one scar, The same grey road beneath every star. Some came in chains, some came in pride, Some had no home, no place to hide. But side by side, we learned to be A shield for all of Thedas, bound and free. Who stands first when the sky turns black? We stand first, and we do not turn back. Who pays the price when the Archdemon cries? We pay the price while the world survives. We are the Grey, the oath unbroken, Steel in the dark where hope runs low. Wardens, Wardens, hear us rising, One last light where the cold winds blow. In war we stand, in peace we keep the flame, In death we guard the world That never knows our names. In war, victory. In peace, vigilance. In death, sacrifice. Sacrifice. Sacrifice. Let the griffons wake in thunder, Let the old banners climb the sky. Though the Calling waits beneath us, We will not kneel. We will not die Until the dark is driven under, Until the last lost child can see Morning break above the ashes, Bright and wild and free. We are the Grey, the oath unbroken, Steel in the dark where hope runs low. Wardens, Wardens, hear us rising, One last light where the cold winds blow. In war we stand, in peace we keep the flame, In death we guard the world That never knows our names. When my blood is ash and shadow, When my song has left the air, Do not carve my name in marble, Do not whisper it in prayer. Remember only why we stood, Why we bled beneath the land. When the world falls into darkness, The Grey Wardens stand.