The Sky We Hold

Above the wound, the cold stars bend, Below the wound, all kingdoms end. Yet oath by oath, and hand by hand, We rise where broken banners stand. From Haven's snow and candles thin, We heard the dark come breathing in. No crown was there, no throne could save, Only the frightened and the brave. The mages burned, the templars bled, Old prayers fell silent with the dead. When green fire tore the Veil in two, The world looked up, and we looked through. Not born of gold, Not sworn to kings, We are the answer When the black bell rings. If heaven breaks and demons pour, We bar the gate and ask for more. Raise the mark, let the mountains thunder, Hold the line where the sky is torn. We are the spark in the ash and the winter, We are the oath the Inquisition swore. Blade and staff, arrow and banner, Stand as one in the rift-born light. For Thedas calls through fire and fracture- We hold the sky and face the night. From Orlesian masks to Ferelden rain, Through haunted roads and fields of grain, We learned that truth wears many scars, And hope can march beneath broken stars. In emerald graves where old songs sleep, Where ancient wolves keep secrets deep, We carried names the world forgot, And forged them bright from what was lost. Not pure of hand, Not free of fear, But when the Fade Draws sharp and near, We choose the road, the thorn, the flame, And stand together without shame. Raise the mark, let the mountains thunder, Hold the line where the sky is torn. We are the spark in the ash and the winter, We are the oath the Inquisition swore. Blade and staff, arrow and banner, Stand as one in the rift-born light. For Thedas calls through fire and fracture- We hold the sky and face the night. Who holds the gate when the last bells fall? We hold the gate. We answer all. Who bears the light through a faithless land? The ones who bleed. The ones who stand. No saint, no tyrant, no gilded lie- Only the vow beneath the sky. If hope is heresy, let it burn; If peace is treason, we will not turn. For every child beneath the Breach, For every soul beyond our reach, For every town the rifts made still, For every grave on every hill, We stand. We stand. Against the dark, we stand. Raise the mark, let the mountains thunder, Hold the line where the sky is torn. We are the spark in the ash and the winter, We are the oath the Inquisition swore. Blade and staff, arrow and banner, Stand as one in the rift-born light. For Thedas calls through fire and fracture- We hold the sky and face the night. When the green fire fades from the heavens, When the last rift closes its eye, Remember us not as conquerors- Remember: we held the sky.