The Tyrant Shadow over Aethelgard

Chorus

Westerland burns the harvest grain

Westerland builds a golden chain

We stand together

We stand for Squirtlandia

None shall divide our home

Verse 1

Iron boots crack the garden gate

Hungry eyes full of hollow hate

High lords watching from towers of stone

Taking the seeds that we have grown

Pre-Chorus

They claim the river

They claim the rain

They sow the terror

We reap the pain

Chorus

Westerland burns the harvest grain

Westerland builds a golden chain

We stand together

We stand for Squirtlandia

None shall divide our home

Verse 2

Dusty roads feel the heavy tread

Seven sons for a loaf of bread

Gilded crowns on a rotting head

Wishing the free were mostly dead

Pre-Chorus

They claim the river

They claim the rain

They sow the terror

We reap the pain

Bridge

Our soil

Our blood

Our strength

Rise up from the valley mud

Rise up where the flowers bud

Chorus

Westerland burns the harvest grain

Westerland builds a golden chain

We stand together

We stand for Squirtlandia

None shall divide our home

Post-Chorus

Left right left

Stand tall

Left right left

Won't fall

Left right left

Aethelgard calls

Chorus

Westerland burns the harvest grain

Westerland builds a golden chain

We stand together

We stand for Squirtlandia

None shall divide our home