Battlelore

The Rising Moon, the Northern guard
Held the shadowed wall of fear
The Setting Sun, the Southern pride
Seeptre over the wild
Two lords, two defenders
Raised the forts and claimed the lands
Monuments of the ages
Kept the shadows away
Vaults for their godly gifts
Celestial treasures
Beacons to scare the fallen
The One that lay nigh upon the East
Two lords, two defenders
Did not see the Iron Fist
Monuments of the ages
Crumbled down to dust
Vaults for their godly gifts