Thunder of Cuiraécen

When stormclouds gather over field And steel is raised to sky, When lesser hearts begin to fail And doubt begins to cry— We stand beneath the thunder’s roar, We do not bend nor break, For Haelyn’s law is in our blood And storms are ours to wake. Born of justice, born of wave, Of mourning’s tide and noble flame, We march where timid warriors fall And shout his mighty name! Cuiraécen! Cuiraécen! Lord of thunder, hear our cry! Cuiraécen! Cuiraécen! Split the darkness from the sky! Strength in arm and fire in vein, Courage forged in wind and rain— Cuiraécen! Cuiraécen! Victory through storm and pain! Call us reckless if you must— We call it fearless might! For justice is not softly won, It’s hammered out in fight. Where lightning scars the battlefield And banners whip and fly, The storm-born sons of Haelyn stand Unyielding till they die. Sea-born sorrow tempers steel, Nesirie’s tears we know— For grief has forged the strongest blade Against the tyrant’s blow. Cuiraécen! Cuiraécen! Storm that never turns aside! Cuiraécen! Cuiraécen! Stand with thunder as our guide! Blades like lightning, hearts like stone, We face the dark alone— Cuiraécen! Cuiraécen! The storm shall claim its throne! Who is the thunder? — Cuiraécen! Who is the storm? — Cuiraécen! Whose blood runs law and sea? — Cuiraécen! Whose sons are we? — Cuiraécen! Cuiraécen! Cuiraécen! Let the rolling heavens ring! Cuiraécen! Cuiraécen! Strike with justice, storm-born king! Law in heart and steel in hand, We are the shield of this fair land— Cuiraécen! Cuiraécen! By thunder we shall stand!