"...And so, from the coldest lands to the plans of ice they marched On to the final day with swords in their hands and hate in their Hearts... And when everything felt they remembered the fog lord Last words... So may rage be your blade!" Hear the story of the march Of the men that challenge evil hearts Of the ones who choose their fate To come back in peace - but now let's hate! Now the final day has come They are marching to the war as one Crossing deadly mounts of hell To this magic rivers they will say 'farewell' The final day stands on my way And side by side we march towards the night Through endless seas and fields of flames Rise on and on, may rage be your blade! From the coldest lands we ride To the fearless snowy plains of ice On the darkest lake we sail Then revenge and courage will prevail again ...Fire! Save their lives from the shadow