When the world ends

When the land beckons me forth,
I shall rise, bestow my worth,
Like a moraine, like greatness long forgotten in time,
I shall alter nature, bring the glacier back to its prime.
Like a secret word carved in the depths of a cave,
I shall seek a way out, bring it back to the land of the brave,
Like a grain of sand in the emptiness of a desert, I shall not be alone,
We shall turn the heavy tide, we shall reclaim our throne,
But if chance wills the battle turn sour and bring us on the crux,
Remember, we are of this land and this land is of us.