The full moon rises above our cryptic land A night as still as death We set sail towards foreign lands To honour a tyrant We fight for what is theirs Bloodstained steel held by A horde who show no fear As we reach the shores I hear her shrieks, her cries, her moans At the cryptic waterfalls This is the eve of battle We fight for what is theirs Bloodstained steel held by A horde who show no fear