In battle met the Furious Horde
To blaring trumpet sounds
And the Gods let loose their wrath and might
To the baying of the hounds

Wind and snow, and traveled road
Follow paths through darkened hills
Where caves so old lie still as stone
And deep in darkness lie the bones

They brought bloodshed to a land of peace
And died in burning mounds
To war, again, they'll march once more,
To the baying of the hounds

Demons descend from the Mountains
And Fire fills the Sky
But the Prophecy speaks of the Emperor
And his Rise

In battle met the Furious Horde
To blaring trumpet sounds
And the Gods let loose their wrath and might
To the baying of the hounds

The greatest men who fought and died
Forever standing side by side
Killing in no name of vow or creed,
Nor God nor land beyond the sea

But for house and home dearly beloved
Where fires bright once flamed
Where children raised and tears were shed
Before that life was claimed

Demons descend from the Mountains
And Fire fills the Sky
But the Prophecy speaks of the Emperor
And his Rise