Hymn of the Shieldwall (Ultimus Stans War-Chant)

(Chanted in rhythm while marching or preparing for war)

Stand firm, stand tall, the Wall does not fall.
Stand firm, stand true, the Realm looks to you.

The east wind howls, the west sky burns,
The stand of men is where fate turns.

Stand firm, stand tall, the Wall does not fall.
Stand firm, stand true, we'll bleed to see it through.

If towers break and kings kneel down,
We are the last, the shield, the crown.

Stand firm, stand tall—
Ultimus Stans does not fall.