Beneath the mountain, under stone, Where broken kingdoms stood alone, The deep roads died, the old fires dimmed, And all the songs of home grew thin. Yet still the hammer met the flame, Still children learned the founder names, And in the dark where sorrow speaks, They swore by stone, by root, by peak. When the world was split and the heavens fell, Three peoples rose where the silence dwelled, Not by conquest, not by crown, But by oath that would not bow down. Stone, root, and peak — we stand as one, Through ash and storm, through blood and sun. If one should fall, the others rise, Beneath one oath, beneath one sky. Stone, root, and peak — remember well, We are the wall that never fell. And though the deep may call our names, We answer back with fire and flame. In Aelthalan the green paths wind, Where old light lingers, sharp and kind, The watchers move where no leaf cries, With hidden blades and ancient eyes. In Drom Varkaal the storm hearts beat, Where giants test the frost and steep, And every cliff and shattered scar Still teaches who the worthy are. Three burdens borne, three banners bound, Three voices swore on sacred ground, No hand alone could hold the line, So blood and fate were intertwined. Stone, root, and peak — we stand as one, Through ash and storm, through blood and sun. If one should fall, the others rise, Beneath one oath, beneath one sky. Stone, root, and peak — remember well, We are the wall that never fell. And though the deep may call our names, We answer back with fire and flame. He bore the fire in beard and bone, And still he would not yield the stone, She wore the light, the star, the rose, And kept her vow through all their foes. They named him fallen, named him blamed, But truth and iron are not the same. For lies may feast in gilded halls, Yet mountains hear what honor calls. Now Emberdeep still guards the gate, While buried gods remember hate, And Dûr Kharum seals its breath, To hold the line ‘tween world and death. Let banners rise and shield walls lock, Let root take soil and hammer rock, For if the deep would break the land, It meets three peoples hand in hand. Stone, root, and peak — we stand as one, Through ash and storm, through blood and sun. If one should fall, the others rise, Beneath one oath, beneath one sky. Stone, root, and peak — remember well, We are the wall that never fell. And though the deep may call our names, We answer back with fire and flame. We answer back. We still remain.