The roots of darkness span the welkin,
Reflecting scorn upon this world
As hail and horde claim all beneath it
Trample all within your might
Stain the sky to mark thy kingdom
Part the darkness with your sword
Storm and kill
Claim all that please you
The heavens belong to the Iron One
Hisarna! Iron One!
Mark my name upon thy stones
Let the wretched, beg for mercy
I will show thee none, my foe
Iron One! Hisarna!
Ride I forth to claim thy throne
How the angels wept defeat!
Now the master faith be known