Horses riding through flames
The north king shall rise
Sixty seven marching in his name
Your death must be right

Suffering shall prevail
Calamity upon her veil
Battle must rise
The queen of archangels must die

Battle must rise
Through this night
A storm of blood
Among our side

Rise from the north
The bells of war doth chime
No beg for mercy

None of my weak brothers
Shalt ever share my glory
The wind breaks the silence
By the campfires awaiting for its time

The only way is suicide
No beg for mercy
Let them bleed
Revenge on mankind

Battle must rise
Through this blackest night

Lust and greed eager to stride
Dark tales must seek their pride
Frost and ice
Revenge on mankind