Foraging through the valley
Over forgotten past they ride
Upon frozen northern lands
With the fire in their eyes
Tormented souls becon
Their black hearts burn with hate
For this fight is what they live
For this fight is everyday
Sighting the battle ahead
Charge through the blissful frost
Feeding from hate within
Their swards their only cross
To the music of battle axes
Hammering flesh from bone
The dark army's of the north
Conquerors of the frozen home
Piercing winds of cold
Live and die by war
Arctic as their guide
On the winds of north
