A

name

ut-

tered

with

fear

No

smile,

n-

o

tears

They'll

crush

your

skull

with

a

blow

And

pile

them

in

a

row

The

heart

of

Tu-

ri-

sas

was

forged

by

four

winds

In

a

smith-

y

high

up

in

the

skies

On

an

an-

vil

of

hon-

our,

with

a

ham-

mer

of

blood

The

Four

Winds

poun-

ded

Batt-

le,

Batt-

le,

Met-

al!

Batt-

le,

Batt-

le,

Met-

al!

Batt-

le,

Batt-

le,

Met-

al!

Batt-

le,

Batt-

le,

Met-

al!

As

the

batt-

le

ra-

ges

the

dear-

est

to

you,

you

hold

in

your

hand

And

stick

in

their

lu-

ngs!

Batt-

le,

Met-

al!

Batt-

le,

Batt-

le,

Met-

al!

An

iron

gaze

of

a

hawk

Out

of

sight

the-

y

stalk

Their

arr-

ows

cut

the

air

as

they

fly

Death

from

the

sky

Thun-

der

in

their

eyes

A

ri-

ding

de-

mise

Stor-

ming

o-

ver

the

men

on

the

field

Brea-

king

their

shield

Take

this

sign

into

your

heart

and

be

brave

Let

it

lead

you

to

your

glor-

y

or

your

grave

To-

day!

He-

ar

me,

my

war-

riors

Sol-

diers

from

all

the

ed-

ges

of

the

world

Let

us

join

our

for-

ces

To

an

arm-

y,

u-

ni-

ted

Four

winds

will

guide

us

The

Heart

of

Tu-

ri-

sas

will

lead

our

way

Our

drums

ec-

ho:

For-

ward

march

Our

horns

cry

for

vict-

or-

y

Bold-

est

of

them

all

They've

an-

swered

the

call

Their

arms

were

strengh-

ened

by

the

work

of

their

swords

They'll

march

till

they

fall

The

heart

of

Tu-

ri-

sas

was

forged

by

four

winds

In

a

smith-

y

high

up

in

the

skies

On

an

an-

vil

of

hon-

our,

with

a

ham-

mer

of

blood

The

Four

Winds

poun-

ded