Steadfast as a Granite Boulder
Lies the Heart of the 'Dragon Stone'
We stand as one
Through marrow and bone

Our faces smeared
In grey and white
Our flesh bound
By the fearsome fight

As swift as the howling Gaspran wind
We shall prevail
Our spirits untouched
By the freezing hail

The pouring rain falls
Upon the Shimmering green
Where giants roar
The Mighty Eighteen