A storm is coming, a march of the dead Beyond the rivers, the forests ahead Their warcry echo in the distance away Risen from earth's open grave
We're few in numbers but strong in our hearts We will defend what's ours standing tall They're coming closer to conquer us all But we will answer the call
Prepare for what to come with the battle drawing near Rain is pouring down, the ground turns into mud We sense the growing fear We await the darkness, we will show them light In our hearts we feel the fire There's no turning back
We hear the battle cries, we are standing side by side One thousand men with swords held high in position Just waiting for the sign The smell of fear, the vengeance in our eyes When the charge begins we are saints, we fear no life
Read us a prayer, far from the beast below The fallen one who do us wrong Read us a prayer, make it so our voice be heard By the holy father above
Oh, oh... Oh, oh... Oh, oh... Oh, oh...
The raid starts and our men are falling to the ground Striking first, they got the numbers "No surrender, fight with all you've got!" No cry for mercy will we give our foe In the end our last man standing will prevail with glory in his hand
Read us a prayer, far from the beast below The fallen one who do us wrong Read us a prayer, make it so our voice be heard By the holy father above
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