Forged in the fires that kill
As we smash through the waste
with blood on their shields
The hope for a victory fades
Trapped under bodies that rot in the fields
Suffering the oath that they gave
As we written by the hand of the destroyer
the sacred runes of the deliverer
our ancient fathers of the North
Death in glory as we hold the fate of winters
As enemies gather their will
Son in time you will know
The strength that it takes you to kill
prophets long for forgotten
Crushed to submission your armies fall back
Driven by fear to the sea
Paralyzed by the relentless attack
Those who would fight shall be free