Lyrics

Where the foes come to wreak havoc On the throes of Aernish law Here are the doors of the kingdom gates The Osterark Standing on the border of the old red west Between two timeless kings First upon the line of the Arn's defence To the last Praise to the brave souls of the Osterark We who know no fear Praise to the lost souls of the Osterark Never to flee in the face of the enemy When those curs come to burn and reap When they march in force They'll have to meet our mighty keep At Osterark A stone wall retreat, ten men deep A dozen bastion halls Flags of violet, gold and pleat The trumpet blasts We'll be holding firm when the darkness comes Never we'll flee the day Lords of old will guard the name Of Osterark Blood has stained this land of ours It reeks of old betrayal Still we cling to the hills and trees The grass and sodden bark