Demons roar on the battlefields,
blood runs like black streams.
The legions that once ruled,
show no fear to the battle.
Hearses take them all to the burial vaults,
led astray by the black demons,
where the blasts raze us all.
The North warriors won‘t die,
with the power of ice we‘ll fight.
It smells like triumph,
and with the power of ice we‘ll win.
Hearses take them all to the burial vaults,
led astray by the black demons,
and the blasts again are razing us all.
Demons roar on the battlefields,
blood runs like black streams.
The legions that once ruled,
show no fear to the battle.
Far beyond the Raventhrone....