Through the winds of death we ride
You'll taste my steel, I won't abide
Cause you know you are gonna die
Clad in leather and chains we slay
We fight for king and land
We'll burn your homes and bring you dismay
With our vast swords in hand
Glory, victory, forever hail
We spread the ashes of your dead
There is nothing left to save
We sear the ground where they bled
We pledge doom upon your grave
The storm shall howl and now descend
Hordes of shade, they call, they heed
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