In the shadows where the gods fade, I stand tall,

With stones cast by hate, I build my own hall.

No waiting for luck, I’ll stay strong and watchful,

Like an oak rooted deep, or rye steeped in wrath.

Through the whispers of the ancient winds,

I hear their echoes, and I rise like a god.

Not waiting for signs, just my heart and my hands,

Crafting my fortress, in the fading light.

Beneath the moon’s cold gaze, I’m vigilant and wise,

In the silence, I find my voice, I rise.

When the gods are gone, I’ll still stand,

With my walls built from hate, I’ll never be banned.

In the darkness, I’ll shine, with my strength untamed,

When the divine fades, I’ll be the flame.

In the quiet of the night, I’ll hear their cries,

But I’ll rise above, I’ll rise with the skies.

No more waiting, no more doubt,

My fortress stands, and I’m not out.

Beneath the moon’s cold gaze, I’m vigilant and wise,

In the silence, I find my voice, I rise.

When the gods are gone, I’ll still stand,

With my walls built from hate, I’ll never be banned.

In the darkness, I’ll shine, with my strength untamed,

When the divine fades, I’ll be the flame.

When the gods are gone, I’ll still stand,

With my walls built from hate, I’ll never be banned.

In the darkness, I’ll shine, with my strength untamed,

When the divine fades, I’ll be the flame.