The Edge of The World

The mountain keeps its winter crown,
A thousand years of stone and snow.
I take the pass as dusk comes down,
Where buried rivers run below.

One breath against the bitter sky,
One oath the storm cannot erase.
I hear the ancient banners rise,
And set my feet to meet the blaze.

Carry me over the edge of the world,
Where the first light breaks through the iron grey.
I will stand when the last gate is hurled,
I will hold to the dawn and find my way.
Raise every voice from the valley below,
Let the high pass remember our name.
Carry me onward, wherever winds blow,
Through the fire, unbroken, we came.

The watchfires mark the eastern wall,
The gates are split, the horns are near.
I hear my brothers answer all,
Their steady hands outlasting fear.

No throne can claim the road we take,
No winter seals the open sea.
The earth itself begins to wake,
And every heart beats wild and free.

Carry me over the edge of the world,
Where the first light breaks through the iron grey.
I will stand when the last gate is hurled,
I will hold to the dawn and find my way.
Raise every voice from the valley below,
Let the high pass remember our name.
Carry me onward, wherever winds blow,
Through the fire, unbroken, we came.

If I should fall, let the road remain,
A mark in the snow for the ones behind.
If I should fade in the driving rain,
Keep this vow alive in your mind.

Carry me over the edge of the world,
Where the first light breaks through the iron grey.
We will stand when the last gate is hurled,
We will hold to the dawn and find our way.
Raise every voice from the valley below,
Let the high pass remember our name.
Carry us onward, wherever winds blow,
Through the fire, unbroken, we came.
Through the fire, unbroken, we came.