Blood Of the Union: The Song of Bryth.
Dragon Oh Dragon, Destroyer of Worlds,
Your Frost Breath Upon Us, Like Cold Death it Stroked
Come now with the Brythians for we shall resist
Wardens of the North for you shall persist.
As many would perish in chaos, blood and war,
The Frozen Empire with its deadly cold,
We shall not surrender, We shall now be alive
For Songs of the Union shall always be sung.
The Son of the Empire, The Son of the Bryth,
The Sacrifice Father, them all in our deed.
For war did they end in silent agony,
And the head of the dragon was off by their will.