While the winter wind wails
An old man stands on the shore
A black ship with black sails
Riding the waves of war

They've come to offer death, darkness and evil

They charged ahead to meet the foe
To fight for the glory of their clans
Knee deep in blood and snow
Swept away in a deadly dance

They're not afraid of death, darkness or evil

Arrows will fly, darken the skies
Their war cries will ring, across the hills
Many will die, still spirits are high
They march and they sing
Counting their kills

They fought with all magic and might
Determined to win at all costs
Red waves are rolling tonight
Foam stained with blood of the lost

Finally comes death, darkness and evil

Arrows will fly, darken the skies
Their war cries will ring, across the hill
Many will die, still spirits are high
They march and they sing
Counting their kills

Our hearts turning bolder
Our spirit grows stronger and