Through blood and fire on the killing fields,
The spirit of death at their call.
Paying the price for their countrymen,
The Grey Wardens sacrificed all.

Did you stand up and be counted?
Were you there to see the beast fall?
I stood shoulder to shoulder with heroes,
I remember that last desperate call.

So much death was there on that rooftop,
Many lives were lost to the cause.
It's our duty to honour the fallen,
When the smallest of folk became tall.

So lest we forget, teach your children,
No matter how little or small.
Without that blood freely given,
There would be no one left at all...