The hordes approaching from the west.
The White Defenders stand the line.
Teeth gnashing tearing flesh,
The Whiteguard mustn’t fail

Rage against the Latrans host,
The White Defenders stand the line.
Defend the land whatever the cost.
The Whiteguard mustn’t fall.

Malady o’ertakes all but one,
The last Defender stands alone.
His white cloak bathed in the ember dawn.
The Whitegaurd must remain.

New apprentices prepare for war,
The White Defender sits and observes.
Guided by those who came before,
The Whiteguard will remain.

A new generation Stands the line.
The old defender lies and rests,
He looks to the West one last time,
His Whiteguard will not fail.