This is the sound of your end With swords in hands, thousands march to conquer this land Thunderous sounds, wiping out all who stand In the way of my reign Your king will cower in fear Your wife your children will be cast down Like never before, standing for your beliefs The scent of death, You will meet the back of my hand With the war won and the world Is torn apart I only have one coward, to defeat I only have one coward, to defeat A knife to the throat of a life begging man I will reign victorious.