Osterark

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