Our house is the sword; we are built for war.

Our blood runs with fire, and we are steel to the core.

We shatter the silence with war drums, the clash of steel, and a furious roar.

For our house comes to conquer—pray to God we don’t arrive on your shore.

Our house is the hammer; we grin at the pain and smile at the sting.

We welcome the strike—it’s the song that we sing.

With every blow we rise stronger—unwavering and unyielding.

We will not cease until we claim all we desire, and our desire is everything.

Our house is the anvil; we are immovable, we do not kneel.

We are bound by duty and honor—our words are our seal.

Our house does not surrender, and we won’t be brought to heel.

We invite any challenge to test our mettle—we always sharpen our steel.

Our house is the flame; we were born out of the pyre.

We rose from the ashes, our ambition an unquenchable desire.

We are relentless and indefatigable; our house never tires.

We are unbent and unbroken. We were forged in the fire.