The Call - Miracle of Sound

Echoes from the west

Great hammers will fall

Under high rocks all will

Answer the call

Bring us your arms

Pariahs of yore

All faces turn now to war

Exiles of the ash

Stare through crimson glow

Guards of the north

Sing their songs of the snow

Bring us the breath

Of the marshes and rain

Courage is rising again

War will weather the souls of the lost

Stand together whatever the cost

Shields will falter and many will fall

Time has come for us all

To answer the call

To answer the call

Pride of summer's shores

Guide the voices of kings

Children of bark

They will tighten their strings

Bring us the wits

Of the warm southern sands

Clouds over all of the lands

War will weather the souls of the lost

Stand together whatever the cost

Shields will falter and many will fall

Time has come for us all

To answer the call

To answer the call

White gold

Burning sky

For the souls of the lost

Purify

War will weather the souls of the lost

Stand together whatever the cost

Shields will falter and many will fall

Time has come for us all

To answer the call