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Cold steel and dragonsong,
Bespeak a mournful battle cry,
As fires of a holy war,
Tear through the sky,
Our lives, the battleground,
Broken, lost and left to die,
Cursed by the endless war,
That our hearts deny,

'Neath cloaks of crimson,
On starlit night,
A chosen few would brave the Winter's bite,
We'll see their legend,
Lives ever on,
When every soul in Ishgard hears our starlight song,

Cold days and hopeless nights,
For those of loss and famine born,
Sheltered in shattered streets
From battle torn,
Still from the ruins rise,
A few toward the helpless drawn,
Who walk forbidden paths,
Their only wish that we may see the dawn,

'Neath cloaks of crimson,
On starlit night,
A chosen few would brave the Winter's bite,
We'll see their legend,
Lives ever on,
When every soul in Ishgard hears our starlight song,

The pallid ground, a deathly white,
In frigid air, 'neath freezing stars
Those broken hearts,
Still pray for shelter from the fading light,

Lost in the darkness,
Within the thrall of Winter,
And drawn by the light of your flame,

Saint of Nymeria,
Your knights will stand eternal
Flames in the cold night,
In scarlet cloaks veiled,
We'll keep the fires burning in your name,

'Neath cloaks of crimson,
On starlit night,
A chosen few would brave the Winter's bite,
We'll see their legend,
Lives ever on,
When every soul in Ishgard hears our starlight song

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