In the mist of dawn's first light,
Where shadows blend with morning's might,
The echoes call from hills so high,
Of warriors bold who'd never die.
Hear the echoes of the brave,
Through valleys deep, and mountain caves.
Their voices rise, from earth to sky,
In every breeze, their spirits fly.
With sword in hand, through storm and fire,
They marched ahead, with hearts of wire.
For kin and land, they took their stand,
Defenders of this ancient strand.
Hear the echoes of the brave,
Through valleys deep, and mountain caves.
Their voices rise, from earth to sky,
In every breeze, their spirits fly.
Beneath the stars, where legends sleep,
Their dreams awake from shadows deep.
A whispered song, a hero's tale,
On winds of fate, they still prevail.
Hear the echoes of the brave,
Through valleys deep, and mountain caves.
Their voices rise, from earth to sky,
In every breeze, their spirits fly.