Legends of the Winter Snow

Frost on the breath when the shield walls clash.
Red in the black where the wheat don't stand,
Leaving our mark on the dangerous land.
Beat in the chest when the war cries sound,
Rain like a storm when we step on the ground.
Walk through the flame, I don't feel the heat,
Rulers will fall at the top of the beat.
Never back down when the mountains divide,
Hold up the banner with the kingdom inside.
Built out of granite, I'm steady and clear,
If the throne opens up then the master is.